Oh hey, I have a blog? Why didn’t anyone tell me? I had no idea.

Yeah, so, I’ve been a little busy lately. First, I sold my condo.  When I got the paperwork back on the sale, I noted that the buyers were two women. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean that my place was bought by two women in a relationship, but it does kind of point in that direction.  And I have to say that I’m a little annoyed.  I used to spend practically every weekend in bars trying to get two lesbians to come back to my place, and as soon as I move out they make a beeline for it?  Real classy, ladies, real classy.

Then I bought a house. I spent a lot of time trying to find one I liked.  It wasn’t easy.  But I found a nice little house and it felt like the right fit.  I decided to make an offer on it.  When I came back to look at it more carefully, I found an omen: in the back yard was a little Ben Kenobi action figure with its feet planted into the foundation:

I came over to it and knelt down.  Ben seemed to be meditating.

I said, “Should I buy this house, Ben?”

Trust your feelings.

“Right, but what I’m saying is, is it a good idea to go ahead and get this house?”

Trust your feelings.

“Do you say anything else besides ‘trust your feelings’?”

‘Get my feet out of this damn cement’ comes to mind. I’m a Jedi master, not a 1930s gangster.

The place has some problems.  It’s perched on a hill, and to say that the floors are sloping is like saying that Chris Brown has anger management issues. The hardwood floors squeak like a pack of mice.  But it’s big, quiet, and the from the deck relaxes me.  I may need to be relaxed in the months ahead due to work and some other matters, so I’m going to hope that Ben didn’t lead me astray.

Parental units in front of new house.