Good Excuse for Not Posting – New Diggs and Decanters

Me in my new pad

Besides having a note from my doctor that says I’m certifiably lazy, I just got back from Italy AND I moved. Actually, I’m still moving. 3 weeks and counting. At least twice a day during that time, I’ve asked the obligatory question: how did I get so much freakin shit!? I’ve tossed or given away more than half of what was in my old apartment and like freaky little clowns stuffed in a hippie mobile jabbing each other in the crotch with knees and elbows, I keep pulling out more shit! I’m beginning to think the best way to finish up is to take a flamethrower to what’s left in the old apartment.

Ironically, in a twisted sort of way, my old stuff doesn’t do a very good job of filling up the new, bigger space. I need: bookshelves, trunks, a plant, two throw rugs, a dresser and maybe a recliner. Oh, and an entertainment center and new TV. Unfortunately, none of those things were the things I threw away from my old place.

Other than not having enough stuff, this is the perfect bachelor realm. The back yard has a big patio and is tiered down a hill leaving different levels that are perfect for things like tables, a grill, an outdoor bar, an ice sculpture and maybe a couple of benches for smoking cigars and drinking digestivi on a warm, Indian Summer eve. Oh yeah, and I need patio furniture and benches. And cigars. And a grill. Dammit! It’s expensive having a yard! I’ll have to make the ice sculpture myself.

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The best part is that I have the coolest little cubby hole in the wall in my room that is perfect for some old books that make me look smart and a liquor cabinet with all of the booze in decanters like the guys in Mad Men have in their offices. Maybe I’ll even get a smoking jacket.

In the mean time, here are a couple of pics of what the living room actually looks like so far. And one of me trying to walk into my bathroom without turning sideways…

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Me in my new pad