I'm housesitting for a friend out in Monticello. Well, more like fifteen minutes outside of Monticello. The 45 minute drives don't seem so long anymore. Though I think since I've started housesitting (four days ago?), I have driven over 500 miles. That is like a trip to a place that is 500 miles away. That's a long way. The great thing about being out here is that I have limited internet. No more streaming videos. So I've been reading a lot, and thinking. And renting movies at Video 21.
Curtis is also here. He is the cute, plump dog. Peter (my boyfriend) calls him a "cow dog". We were standing outside this morning, after I moved around the sprinklers to water the gourds, when Curtis started rolling around in the grass. He got up and bounded toward us. I proceeded to try and push him over into the grass (which is so green and long and beautiful). I wanted to get him to play, but he is so large he cannot be pushed over. "It's like cow tipping," Peter said. "Curtis tipping!" ...except that he would not tip.
After that I drove Peter back into town. When we parted he sent me a text message saying that he would be able to attend classes after all (he was worried he would not get funding), because the department gave him a tuition waiver! I had just found out that the check I received for housesitting (part 1) didn't have my right last name. So I could not withdraw the money, which would have led me to renewing my license and registration, which is a month overdue, oh god...
I'm just driving really carefully. I decided, well I have no money, I'll go get a haircut. And I did, and it looks great.
So here I am, out past Monticello, waiting for Peter to get here. The windows are large and have no curtains, and being out in the boonies is like being in the ocean. I can't see beneath my feet. Are there things lurking around? Yes, most likely. But hopefully those "things" are raccoon's and snake's and huge ass skinks that make 'glup glup' noises (like the one I saw earlier, it made me go 'AH!'). Haha.
