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Sitting Around Running Out of Furnace Wood
So M picks out this cute house and we buy it without carefully checking out the neighborhood. Geez it ends up being in an area locally known as Snob Hill. Like, never trust those real estate people. And I guess I understand, the neighbors have things like "infinity" type pools and one 747 guy runs over the edge year round. Now I've seen these pools through the bird glasses and by climbing trees, but after 15 years I've yet to be able to stick a toe in one. M comes back all the time from long jogs with wet hair, she says it's just from running up the hill, but I have my doubts. I guess it's all about hanging out on your floatie until you're convinced the world is flat and the very next breeze will send you off the edge and it is quite the panic...right, Dr. Strangelove? (He's a couple doors over, right after the Ambassador, and I don't think he reads the Trader.) Well after further investigating, I discovered infinity type pools cost more than our house so I decided to build an infinity type patio and borrowed an excavator from a dirt trader to harvest all the spare rocks scattered about my lawn. Messy but hey, just trying to fit in and I'm going to invite the neighbors over to libate on my infinity patio and enjoy the end of the world absolutely without any reciprocal expectations.