Saturday, August 09, 2008

the Housesit.


"come over to my house"
"your house or the house-sit house?"
"my house!"
"the one on linden?"
"yes."
"that's not your house"
(( it is right now))


The room i stayed in and (above above) the hallway leading up to it.

this is juante. he kept me company for two of the days i was at the house. we talked in British accents, tried to do wheelies, and ate peanut butter and jelly together. I told him he would be a heart breaker when he was older, and i know he will be. he seemed to think the opposite though.


I'm not sure why I didn't take a photograph of the house. it was beautiful and the backyard smelled like my grandparent's house in chicago. I made dinner and breakfast either alone or with justin or tim with different ingrediants from the garden (basil,tomatoes) and we always ate on the porch. I spent a lot of time on the porch watching people walk by (that's how i met Juante) and reading.

I rode my bike around the city too, and i wish i could do that always.
everything is so close.

&
yesterday
the sky was on fire.





3 comments:

wimp said...

Lara is house sitting also.
It took Cassie, Kristen and I about two hours to find it.
We asked police and firemen,
She told us the wrong road.

When we found it, it was gorgeous.
We watched the movie Wristcutters. Excellent.
It was the first time Cassie and Lara had met.
I was extremely happy and excited when they became friends.

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