Settling in

Well I finally think that I am fully moved into the house. I sort of feel guilty coming in and taking over the place while dear ol’ Mom is sitting in that place drooling and shitting in her pants thinking she is Judy Garland. Overall though, I think that it is for the best. One really never realizes how much crap they truly have until they have to move that crap. I think that once I get things arranged and start going through the boxes, I will have me a good old fashion “Yard Sale”.
I haven’t totally gotten used to being here. It is much larger than my apartment and all night long I hear noises and things that sound like noises. If you know me then you know that reeks havoc on my imagination. I think that there may be a ghost living here as well. The jury is still out.
I have been avoiding the neighbors and the neighborhood. You can imagine that a new face moving in has the whole street curious. They have seen me around before. With the fire and moving Mom (or Judy) out of the house, they have a pretty good idea of who I am. Yet they still gawk and peek out of their windows and wave as I come and go. One thing I need to keep in mind living here is that there are many windows. I carried the “Clothing Optional” philosophy over from my apartment. The other night I was up and about unpacking in my drawers and this old couple was staring in as they walked by. I need to get some drapes or a sheet or something. Then there is the neighbor directly behind me. Here in the Midwest the yards are wide open and connect one to their neighbors yard. I am used to growing up where we all enjoy our privacy and have eight-foot privacy fences. The yard is not the issue however. The guy has a teen-aged daughter whom I have caught gawking from the window as I was moving in. If I were to guess I would say she is 16 or 17, but you really can not tell these days. For all I know she could be 12. Twice now from my bathroom which looks directly into their back yard I have been stopped in my tracks, drooling and fantasizing as she lay there tanning. I felt like the geek older brother from “Fast Times at Ridgemont High”. She has an incredible body (not sure what they put in the food these days) and although I am not a pervert (OK, maybe a tad) I am a guy! I may say something to the Father. Dunno? What do you think?
Once I get settled I will be back on track and posting regularly with hopefully more interesting stuff. Until then, HHNT on Wednesday eve. Peace Out!