2006-07-19
captain's log
Our vacation house in Stowe doesn't look any different. Same 1970s beige and orange Scandinavian furniture--a big oval table that reminds me of a ship's steering wheel, industrial strength plaid carpet, stone fireplace, a chilly downstairs den that smells like mold and mothballs. And my sleeping space in the upstairs loft, just like Heidi in the hay. The appliances seem a little worse for wear...and when I flip through the Mead composition book that somebody left as a "log," I see loopy scribbles from people I've never met:
-- "All said and done. Peace of advice for others...check the date of any food here you might want to try. Have fun. John."
-- "Marsha, April (aka Queech), Jim (aka Jimbolina), Sean (aka Seanybaby), Jay (aka Evil or Chainsaw) had a nice relaxing weekend. This place stinks so bad that we will have to come back to see what else stinks about this place. Hee! Hee! Toilet needs a wax ring...is leaky...carpet is wet around the porcelain god."
-- "Two chairs are broken, toilet leaks badly. You have to put towels on the floor so carpet doesn't get wet! Shower need to be fix water espeically (sic) The hot doesn't shut off all the way."
Too bad there's no "off" button for people...
f-i-n at 7:43 p.m.