Friday, December 2, 2011
I love renting- it's the most stressless living situation imaginable. Which you can't imagine unless you have been a home owner for the decades it takes for roofs to leak and plumbing to fail. But it's nice to see how affordable home ownership is here. If you manage a MacDonald you can afford a sweet little home. If you're a lawyer or engineer you can afford an amazing house, something that would be at least a million dollars in Seattle. But if you're Garth Brooks, well, just let me say, I was speechless when Barbara, one of my water aerobics friends drove me home from lunch in Claremore by way of the Brooks estate. I had driven this way before, but never in Winter when the trees are all leafless and you can see that there is actually someone living inside the fence. As we sat in the car watching three beautiful deer walk around inside, we didn't notice a white pick-up pulling up at the gate, driven by some guy in a baseball hat. It was definitely time to leave. As we drove the rest of the way, following one of my favorite routes that went by the house with the Llamas and the baby Buffalo's, both Barbara and Pam, who was riding shotgun (West Coast meaning of the word "shotgun" being appropriate here), burst into such laughter that I feared we would go off the road. I guess I was mistaking unshorn sheep for young bison. And grey horses for donkeys. Good times!