Just so when people walk by, they might laugh at it.
Mr. Kim attempted to rear his scary head today. I locked the doors and we hid in silence for a good hour, waiting for him to go away. Then Dave came home and was like, "Did you guys lock Mr. Kim out?" And it was true, we did. And it dawned on me that living in fear of your former landlord is particularly silly. Because technically, I don't even live here anymore, so there's nothing he can say to me....
So next time, I'll probably let him in.
I've decided that by the fall, I'm moving out of this house and into something else. I don't know where yet, but hopefully somewhere good. I don't know if I want roommates or not. I tried to get Dave on the bandwagon, but I think he just wants to move back to Moncton. No idea why, but to each their own, I guess.
Today, one of the people staying with us purchased a 90-year old antique banjo from a man who really loves banjoes. The man came to our house in the morning, and he played some songs for us and told us about the history of the banjo, how he got it, and why he was selling it. He loved it, but he had too many, and he wanted it to go to someone who would play it and also love it.
The person who bought it, threw the money down for it, around 200$, which was a ridiculous deal for an antique, fully-functioning instrument, with the original (irreplaceable) skin head, then proceeded to pack a bag and hitch-hike to Cape Breton. With no case.
Needless to say, the entire house collectively vomited.
Maybe there is something romantic about doing something like that, but I can't say I understand it. And she didn't check the weather. And she also does not know how to play the banjo.
We expressed these concerns to her, and she didn't take them well. Basically, just got pissed and stomped out, claiming that we talk to her like we think she is an idiot.
Quite frankly, such behaviours can only warrant the title of Idiot.
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