Date: Wed Jul 19, 2000 9:58:31 AM
Great sweetie! Glad you talked to Lillie. I was worried that she might think we had blown her off, as much of the world tends to say but not do what appeals to the ear at the moment, but I really want her to come for dinner sometime. I hope you re-enforced that thought with her. I appreciate my own special flavor of optimism when she cranks me up with feelings of invincibility, far beyond normal positive thinking levels. Of course the flipside is when reality crashes and often I crash really really hard. Right now I snort & lust with all the energy I know how to muster, so to care enough about expanding into a world matrix that co-operates more cohesively than the one here among the rocks and broken glass, papered up and down these dangerous streets that just don't get any cleaner or safer, tick tock, year after year.
But the settlement in my opinion is indeed a fair rather than an excessive shake of the tree. Others already have and will continue to take notice. It's just this slum needs a sustainable makeover in a bad way, and it doesn't look like it's going to transpire soon enough for me to enjoy it. This corner should be a great place in America to live someday. The young buyers had looked everywhere, and were stunned at what was on the general market at this price point, mostly shells in neighborhoods not a whole lot different and perhaps even more treacherous than this one. Our house is very attractive. That hasn't always been the case. The Nickeldog years were atrocities. But after 13 years here, in the five post-canine years since we began the Dollhouse phase, we've come to outgrow or feel we've earned a better place in the sun than Eighteenth Street, I'm sorry. The buyers seem to be scrappy naturals just right to fight the good fight here, and they love the house even though it's in something of a creepy drug-dealer neighborhood. For me and my baby, it's time to change the channels, praying for a new post, a new assignment.