Signing the lease
At 4pm I went to the house and signed the lease.
Mrs H was there, along with her daughter, son-in-law, and grandkids. Like they were making a trip out of watching me sign the lease.(1)
Mrs H had a punch list of things I had to do: call the gas and electric company, call the phone company, call the cable company, get shower curtains.
So now I have an extra pair of keys on my keyring.
Tomorrow, after I drop the boy off at Sunday school, I’ll go get some stuff at Target, and start stocking the house.
Later, I went into town to see a student production of Arcadia. This one was put on by the BU College of Fine Arts. It was better, I suppose, than a high school production, but really not by much.
It’s the first time I’ve gone alone to a play. I go to movies alone all the time, but never plays. I drove into town, gave the car to the valet at Brasserie Jo, and sat at the bar. It was strange to sit at the bar. A couple from California sat next to me. They were there to pick up their daughter from the Mass College of Art.
In the ensuing years, I’d be seeing a lot of Mr and Mrs Landlady. Mrs H died a few years later, and when the basement flooded, I took showers in her house for a month and half. ↩︎