when I started this blog five years ago, I was a pet sitter and the name animal-crackers made sense. now I'm a stay-at-home-dad and freelance writer, but rather than confuse everyone by getting a different blog, it's just easier to keep posting things here.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Oddities and Ends
Perhaps the most interesting part of pet sitting is seeing how people live.
At one house, lying on the table next to the cat-feeding instructions was a Bowel Prep Kit prescription. Ouch.
At another house I found a bottle of Clamato Juice in the fridge. Never heard of Clamato? It's clam juice and it's tomato juice!
Of course, there's Chez Plush, but I've already complained enough about that place. Thank god her owner is back in town today.
And then there's Le Maison de Atticus and Scout. The interior is French Country -- American style. It looks like Martha Stewart vomited a Decorating for Dummies book. It's not my thing, but it's tidy. As long as you stay in the common areas -- the kitchen and dining, living room and family rooms.
Upstairs, the house is a disaster area. You can't even see the floor, it's covered in clothes and books and magazines and CDs and computer crap and boxes and stuffed animals and food containers and god-knows-what. The master bedroom has a narrow path from the door to the bed to the bathroom. It's looks like a canyon that cuts through a plateau of junk.
Now, this isn't a poor house. There's a Mercedez parked in the driveway and a Beamer across the street. The backporch has an amazing view of the surrounding hills and woods. I would guess it's a $300k home.
People are strange.
At one house, lying on the table next to the cat-feeding instructions was a Bowel Prep Kit prescription. Ouch.
At another house I found a bottle of Clamato Juice in the fridge. Never heard of Clamato? It's clam juice and it's tomato juice!
Of course, there's Chez Plush, but I've already complained enough about that place. Thank god her owner is back in town today.
And then there's Le Maison de Atticus and Scout. The interior is French Country -- American style. It looks like Martha Stewart vomited a Decorating for Dummies book. It's not my thing, but it's tidy. As long as you stay in the common areas -- the kitchen and dining, living room and family rooms.
Upstairs, the house is a disaster area. You can't even see the floor, it's covered in clothes and books and magazines and CDs and computer crap and boxes and stuffed animals and food containers and god-knows-what. The master bedroom has a narrow path from the door to the bed to the bathroom. It's looks like a canyon that cuts through a plateau of junk.
Now, this isn't a poor house. There's a Mercedez parked in the driveway and a Beamer across the street. The backporch has an amazing view of the surrounding hills and woods. I would guess it's a $300k home.
People are strange.
2 Comments:
Oh geez. A $300K home here in the DC area would get you a two bedroom, two bath townhouse. I'm NOT joking.
rich people also have the worst teeth. One of our patients at the office I used to work at has a huge library, a cancer center, multiple charitble trusts named after her family and yet she couldnt spare the money to buy a toothbrush. I mean, I guess she figured that no one would dare comment on the foulness that was her breath and teeth when she could buy and sell 15 generations of their family.
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