Thursday, July 14, 2011
For the past few months, I’ve been spending most of my time in my sister’s basement. Now, before you think of creepy, cobwebby dingy spaces, understand this was a full bedroom suite with bath, walk-in closet, and stunning view of the lake. Oh, and a small kitchen, media room, pool table room, second bedroom . . .you get the general idea . . .
You might think—Geez, what’s the deal? Is Lisa Jackson just a mooch?
Well . . .yes, maybe a little. There is a slight chance I overstayed my welcome, but I started out in the basement for legit reasons.
I was recovering from back surgery. Nancy graciously decided to take care of me after my stint in the hospital. No, she’s not usually prone to being Nancy Nurse, but I was in a bind. She cooked for me, washed my clothes, did my errands, you name it. (I consider this payback for the way she used to sneak my clothes out of my closet when we were in high school. She’d show up later in the day wearing my ultra cool outfits. How’s that for nervy?)
But I digress. Back to my eviction. Eventually all of Nancy’s good deeds paid off. I healed and just never bothered to grab my dog and move out.
Why would I? With a king sized bed and a gi-normous flatscreen, even a special chair for me to write in (when I wasn’t watching TV or staring at the lake) I was set. Yep, I settled in for the long haul.
But, alas, all good things must come to an end, right? Nancy just happened to find a whole ‘nother family to fill her basement. (Now how did that happen?) so I got the boot!
It’s not so bad though. I did go home and it’s great . . . I just may have to upgrade my television though. Bigger really is better!
Posted by Lisa Jackson at 10:59 AM