Follow my lead...

Hah, ha.  I kill myself with my punny, really!  And I thought of changing my facebook status to "Well, at least we won't have to worry about college tuition," but then I stopped myself, because that's not quite funny.

Anyway, the short story is we're still here, in this lead-lined casket of a house.  Because the sad thing is that while where we have landed is ohmigawd gorgeous it is not a good place to find rental houses.  We have found three-- count 'em-- and each one has had a drastic, can't-live-with-it issue as in: 1) too far outta town and an eight-month lease for too much money; 2) ew, can't live in that and it's way too far away anyway, and 3) next to a fcking CRACKHOUSE, needisaymore?!

So. We have sealed off the rooms with the most peeling, chipping lead paint, vacuumed the sh!t out of the rest of the house and sealed all windows and door frames with duct tape, and are looking into our options as far as buying...stat.

And living in what we have deemed shelter housing.  Our boxes are still packed, only the necessities out.  The Boy has his playroom, with is duly taped to hell, and he has free range there, but must be carried or contained in all other rooms.

This is temporary.  Thanks to metalstork, I know our rights-- we could force our landlords to de-lead the place, but doing so could take 120 days and cost $50K (to them) and it time we don't have and money they don't have, so.  They have agreed to let us out of the lease and pay our moving costs just as soon as we can find a good place to park ourselves.

In the meantime, it is seriously gorgeous here.  Fall leaves, and sunlight.  Tomatoes that taste like dirt and sunshine.  Apples that taste like laughter and rain.  People that smile and say hi just because they're passing you on the street.  An awesome playgroup for The Boy. Nature trails just steps outside our door.  Squirrels, birds, crickets all day and night.  I saw an ermine for chrissakes, just walkin' the dogs! Stars.  Quiet. Air that smells clean and damp, like fall.

We definitely made the right move.

Oh, and.  I spend almost all day almost every day with the Boy and Speedy works much less, and today we walked into town for ice cream and to go to the toy store for the Boy just because.  And we had the time and energy that it was not a big deal, just a Friday afternoon, nothing else going on.

So it's good.  Sincerely, unironincally good.  Now we just have to find a permanent home.

Stay tuned for next up:
Ohmigawd, my father's an alcoholic.  Now that explains everything!
Oh and: To breed or not to breed?  Is it "two" much?  Questions from a restless lesbian couple with extra jizz on ice..