New apartment

Well,

Here I am in my "new rental" house having the first beer, I'm out of whiskey. Okay well the second beer, but its the first "beer" night. Actually it is the first night period.

I guess the house is not so bad. I have the bedroom and the kitchen outfitted, and now they don't lookso bad. I just really hate faux wood paneling. I can't imagine what makes someone want to suck all the light out of a house by covering the walls with dark, wood colored veneer.

Oh well, no accounting for personal taste.

I have your basic police search lights in the back to light up the parking area. Otherwise I would so not be parking there.

Can we say rape?

Its a very dark area with woods immediately in front. I have no intention of being dragged back there by some hairy redneck for a "good time".

I'd rather take my chances with street parking "THE BUG".

Plus I now have my always loved .38 back. I missed my gun, all women should be well armed. And if I might steal a line from one of my favorite books, "Everyone down here is well armed and drunk."

There is no better feeling of security than to know that if someone with less than pure intentions comes in your house in the middle of the night ( and I have the nifty Hera alarms system to let me know), you can stop them in their tracks (literally, they fall backwards).

But as always the police frown on that, not so much down here as in the north, but still its not looked on favorably.

Anyway, reality calls.

Later.