6.02.2004
Well this move has been one funky adventure.
Concord is more boring than Mohegan Lake. I've been here almost two weeks and have yet to set foot in Boston (West Roxbury doesn't count as Boston). I've not had one lobster roll, one plate of steamers, or one can of Baked Beans. Have seen the lovely downtowns of Framingham and Worcester. There are cool things about the area, though: Newbury Comics, I like the train that runs through town, the shit I get for wearing a Yankees Clemens t-shirt, some okay used bookstores (Charlottesville's Read It Again, Blue Whale, Heartwood and Daedalus have the two I've seen outpaced by many laps), the Mildam store (had a BBQ turkey leg and Pasta Salad for lunch the other day while the lovely wife had an eggsalad dog and asparagus soup), and the discovery of "Fiddleheads" (or, as a variant, "Fiddlenecks") which I have discovered is a fern, but a tasty fern when sauteed in butter. We live close to a farm produce stand that had good rhubarb. And the local hardware store is very very helpful, the owner Scott already knows my name.
I am still among the unemployed, but I don't qualify for unemployment because I left my job at my own will. I want to be counted as unemployed, just so that I can stick it to W. I have been watching the kids today. I will never again make fun of somebody who claims to be a househusband. I could get nothing done with the two of them.
The lovely wife got a decent paying job in one day, after one interview. She is the triage nurse at a medical center in Acton, and is so close she can come home to have lunch prepared by her doting husband and feed the baby some of that seemingly delicious boobymilk. I am up late tonight sending applications in to every university, college, madrassa, yeshiva, high school, and obedience school within a hundred miles just hoping and praying for that elusive faculty job (adjunct even). If no dice in a couple of weeks, then its back to hash slinging and booze spilling to make some cash till something happens. I could go back to the gym and try to lose this gut I've spent ten years working on and try my hand at go-go dancing.
Having kids is wonderful, I must say. The older one was sick for three days and would not stop screeching. The younger one was sick last week and hollered and wailed and refused the bottle from me. They're better now, but, sheesh. . .
True story of adventure: My brother-in-law (who shall remain nameless to protect his identity) left the gas nozzle in the rental truck when he tried to back up and pull up to another pump. (I was at fault as well, I was directing him, and I was the idiot who placed the wrong pump inthe gastank in the first place). The nozzle fell off into the tank (we think, I couldn't find it!). We filled up half the tank, then paid with my wife's checkcard (oops!) and then made a mad dash for the NY/Penn border hoping not to get pulled over. It was then that I noticed that the rental did not have license plates. I assume they need license plates, we could not find anything like a license plate on the thing. Of course, this fueled our paranoia. Truck is back at the unnamed rental place, the checkcard hasn't been billed for a fuel pump, and the cops have yet to catch us.
So far I have yet to be really impressed by a restaurant in Boston, even counting all my trips here over the past two years to visit my in-laws. The best two so far have been the two Russian restaurants (one in Dedham where Rossi's used to be) and one in Brookline. Of the four places we ate (or got carry-out from), only one would I go back to. The Mexican place in Acton was kinda lame, the beans were flavorless. I will probably go back, because I need my Mexican food, and it's the only one we found.
My good friend Nevsky (of 1+1 = 2 fame, click on the link, dang you!). He would not shut up about this movie for what seemed to be years. "C. Franz, Do you want to borrow my copy of 'Sexy Beast?' Inessa and I loved it so much we bought the DVD!" So finally, I get the movie out of the Concord Free Library, and the wife unit and I watch it (she fell asleep halfway through, but she has to get up in the morn to bring home the Bac-O-Bits Soy Based Salad Shake-On). Ooooh, this movie stank worse than Lucienne's diaper after my wife eats curry! If I wanted to see an actor like Ben Kingsley chew up the scenery I would have rented a movie with Gary Oldham in it. All signs pointed to, yes, I should like this movie. But it bored me to tears. Sad thing is, I feel like that fat twat in the movie. Nevsky, dang you and your Sexy Beast!
Anyway, it's back to BostonJobs.com to trudge through jobs I barely qualify for.
Concord is more boring than Mohegan Lake. I've been here almost two weeks and have yet to set foot in Boston (West Roxbury doesn't count as Boston). I've not had one lobster roll, one plate of steamers, or one can of Baked Beans. Have seen the lovely downtowns of Framingham and Worcester. There are cool things about the area, though: Newbury Comics, I like the train that runs through town, the shit I get for wearing a Yankees Clemens t-shirt, some okay used bookstores (Charlottesville's Read It Again, Blue Whale, Heartwood and Daedalus have the two I've seen outpaced by many laps), the Mildam store (had a BBQ turkey leg and Pasta Salad for lunch the other day while the lovely wife had an eggsalad dog and asparagus soup), and the discovery of "Fiddleheads" (or, as a variant, "Fiddlenecks") which I have discovered is a fern, but a tasty fern when sauteed in butter. We live close to a farm produce stand that had good rhubarb. And the local hardware store is very very helpful, the owner Scott already knows my name.
I am still among the unemployed, but I don't qualify for unemployment because I left my job at my own will. I want to be counted as unemployed, just so that I can stick it to W. I have been watching the kids today. I will never again make fun of somebody who claims to be a househusband. I could get nothing done with the two of them.
The lovely wife got a decent paying job in one day, after one interview. She is the triage nurse at a medical center in Acton, and is so close she can come home to have lunch prepared by her doting husband and feed the baby some of that seemingly delicious boobymilk. I am up late tonight sending applications in to every university, college, madrassa, yeshiva, high school, and obedience school within a hundred miles just hoping and praying for that elusive faculty job (adjunct even). If no dice in a couple of weeks, then its back to hash slinging and booze spilling to make some cash till something happens. I could go back to the gym and try to lose this gut I've spent ten years working on and try my hand at go-go dancing.
Having kids is wonderful, I must say. The older one was sick for three days and would not stop screeching. The younger one was sick last week and hollered and wailed and refused the bottle from me. They're better now, but, sheesh. . .
True story of adventure: My brother-in-law (who shall remain nameless to protect his identity) left the gas nozzle in the rental truck when he tried to back up and pull up to another pump. (I was at fault as well, I was directing him, and I was the idiot who placed the wrong pump inthe gastank in the first place). The nozzle fell off into the tank (we think, I couldn't find it!). We filled up half the tank, then paid with my wife's checkcard (oops!) and then made a mad dash for the NY/Penn border hoping not to get pulled over. It was then that I noticed that the rental did not have license plates. I assume they need license plates, we could not find anything like a license plate on the thing. Of course, this fueled our paranoia. Truck is back at the unnamed rental place, the checkcard hasn't been billed for a fuel pump, and the cops have yet to catch us.
So far I have yet to be really impressed by a restaurant in Boston, even counting all my trips here over the past two years to visit my in-laws. The best two so far have been the two Russian restaurants (one in Dedham where Rossi's used to be) and one in Brookline. Of the four places we ate (or got carry-out from), only one would I go back to. The Mexican place in Acton was kinda lame, the beans were flavorless. I will probably go back, because I need my Mexican food, and it's the only one we found.
My good friend Nevsky (of 1+1 = 2 fame, click on the link, dang you!). He would not shut up about this movie for what seemed to be years. "C. Franz, Do you want to borrow my copy of 'Sexy Beast?' Inessa and I loved it so much we bought the DVD!" So finally, I get the movie out of the Concord Free Library, and the wife unit and I watch it (she fell asleep halfway through, but she has to get up in the morn to bring home the Bac-O-Bits Soy Based Salad Shake-On). Ooooh, this movie stank worse than Lucienne's diaper after my wife eats curry! If I wanted to see an actor like Ben Kingsley chew up the scenery I would have rented a movie with Gary Oldham in it. All signs pointed to, yes, I should like this movie. But it bored me to tears. Sad thing is, I feel like that fat twat in the movie. Nevsky, dang you and your Sexy Beast!
Anyway, it's back to BostonJobs.com to trudge through jobs I barely qualify for.
