The old Regenhouse, just for Jay

regenhouseIt is the first day of February and that means when I walk down to the Oscar Tango on a Friday afternoon after work, it is still light enough when I get to Crest and Washington that I can get a photoooo of the old Regenhouse. I remember visiting the Regenhouse for football weekends and other occasions and sleeping behind those upstairs windows. I remember about a billion other things about that house and those weekends but I am too taaarrred tonight. (I can’t remember the bathroom and I can’t figure out why I am even thinking about what the bathroom was like…)

It has been a long often sucky week fraught with dangerous walking and driving conditions and computer problems and I dunno what else. My work laptop’s support ticket is closed and I am awaiting its return on [hopefully] Monday with trepidation. I do not know what dynamic decryption means but I hope it doesn’t mean that they wiped my drive clean. Not so much because I have lost documents. I haven’t lost that many. But I will lose some of the software applications that are the tools of my job and it will no doubt take me most of a day to recover them… Fingers crossed that dynamic decryption isn’t as scary as it sounds.

Here at The Landfill, there is a faaaar in the faaarplace and some people are looking at trailer p0rn on them thar tubes. I seem to be surrounded by p0rn of various sorts these days. The beach urchins are constantly posting plant p0rn on Instagram and sometimes facebook. I am addicted to the kids’ plant p0rn. Why the heck can’t I get my poor little tillandsia air plant to flower? I am working on her. I even bought a spray bottle just for her. Maybe Mouse needs to foster her for a while? At least I am not killing her. Trailer p0rn? Not so much. (Well, maybe except for this kind of trailer p0rn.) I like trailers just fine. I especially like trailers when they have a [clean] shower or are parked adjacent to someplace with a [clean] shower. I can handle using an outhouse just fine but I do like to be clean! All that said, I used to like sleeping in the Little Princess trailer back when the moldy old Houghton Lake cabin was in its final months. The Little Princess was not particularly dirty, just old and no water. But that was okay because I could use the ugly old shower in the cabin. Me and the Sponge Bob shower curtain and often a frog or two. (Yes, it was dirty.) I suspect a trailer is in my not-too-distant future, shower or not.

I hope this is a more productive weekend than the last one…

5 Responses to “The old Regenhouse, just for Jay”

  1. Margaret Says:

    What is plant p0rn? Should I start doing photos of my dying poinsettias? 😉

  2. jay Says:

    Thank you, thank you, thank you.
    I did love that house.
    And making the first footprints in the snow on the way to school.

  3. Tonya Watkins Says:

    Has there ever, in the world, been a “clean” outhouse? Heh. In my experience, that has *never* been the case. (Shudder)

    Hey, I currently have an orchid blooming in my garden window over my kitchen sink. I have actually been quite successful with my orchids. They prefer to be ignored, which is a good thing. And I think they really like that southwest-facing garden window.

  4. Jay Says:

    I actually choose to use the outhouse instead of the bathroom on occassion (at the cabin). It is not heavily used, and it feels like you are in the middle of the forest. Grandma used to point out the different trees when we were out there together. (2-holer of course)

  5. jane Says:

    I remember the bathroom at this house. 😉 Black and white tiles on the floor – very small. The sink had separate cold and hot faucets so you had to mix the temperatures in your hands to wash your face. I think I locked myself in there one time with Bubs on the other side of the door. Not on purpose, however.