cemetery tango
cemetery scene – foto by smith
we saw our landlords walking down the street, holding hands. they’re middle-aged with 2 teen-age sons.
they’ve been using our rent money to finish a second story apartment. lady asked if we could see it. second floor has eating area and kitchen combined, two small bedrooms and a bathroom. third floor has another small room, couple sinks, and a large open roof-top patio surrounded by 4 foot high block walls. we can look out over the town west north east and see mountains all three directions. landlord said i could sit out in the patio and smoke, so i spose he suspects my vice.
lady’s been wanting to move due to lack of light and space here to make art. she told him we’d take it. he said it’d be awhile because he lacks the funds to finish. lady offered to pre-pay our current rent for 4 months to give him finishing capital. he smiled, said good. now when we move, it’ll be 30 feet down the courtyard and one flight up. we’ll buy cable internet, sit out under the sky, speak spanish, make art, edit our book, blog, smoke, and stare at the 222 degrees of surrounding mountains. a fine life for a wee wayward lad from the great pacific northwest inland empire and his lady from the elf woods.
someone wondered how we could trust giving someone we don’t know 4 months rent in advance. we figure any couple who still hold hands after 20 years or so are our kind of people.
we got locked in a cemetery – again. in albeilhan france they locked us in and we climbed out over the wall. here the wall is considerably taller, so we wandered within until we found a human who showed us the official entrance on the other side of the cemetery. the door we’d come in was for workers – they’d locked it and went home. trapped in two ancient cemeteries in 2 years – maybe realty’s trying to tell us something, like maybe i missed my check-out call.
street lamppost base – foto by smith