Sunday, March 22, 2009
The House in Bloomfield
It was the first place I looked at when I got ready to move out of my temporary winter quarters here in West-of-Nowhere, New Jersey. As such, I wasn't sure if I loved it for itself or because it was only a half-hour commute from Manhattan. Only after seeing three other places--the first rundown, the second dark and gloomy and the third clean, white and utterly soulless--that I realized I had run into a gem. The Other Family Human fell in love with it, too. The final test came today when The Family Dog saw it. He made the big backyard his home at once. So, as of May 1, The Family Dog and I will be living on the second and third floors of a 1912 "red-door Victorian" in Bloomfield, New Jersey. The first floor is occupied by an actor who was on "Survivor". He tends the garden, takes out the trash and shovels the walk when it snows. The tenant of the basement is an opera singer who gives impromptu concerts on the enclosed porch. The landlady is a comedienne on maternity leave. The Other Family Human mentioned to the landlady that if anyone around was more laid-back, the house could be the setting for a sappy sit-com. "Get out your laptop", the landlady replied, "I need the income". I think this is going to be fun.