The Mother Lives
Tonight I met SteamMom. She was very nice. She spoke English. We said hello, nice to meet you. I asked if she's having fun; she said she is. She apologized for the inconvenience, told me the furniture was nice, thanked me for letting me stay here.
I told Steamroller that when I came home the fridge door was a little bit open (it needs to be pushed closed; she often doesn't close it all the way). I phrased it as "I'd hate for all the food you're cooking to go bad." Her mother assumed responsibility for this and apologized and assured me she'd take care to make sure it closes.
Meanwhile I'm looking for a new place to live. I just don't want to deal with Steamroller anymore.
So, Diamond Heights? Not the place for me. At all.
First of all, I went to look at an Avalon apartment. Avalons have the reputation of being REALLY nice. These were not nice.
I had to take BART to Glen Park, and then take a bus to see the apartment. The guy who works at Avalon told me I could either take the bus OR just walk up the hill, five or six blocks.
Yeah, that guy was a freaking LIAR. It was more like a dozen blocks, with HUGE hills. It's not something a normal person would walk up.
I get up there, and realize that although I'm still in San Francisco, I feel like I'm in suburbia. The guy gives me the tour, and tells me the place was built in 1972. That explains why it looks like it was built in ... 1972. The cabinets all look like wood paneling. Carpeting is old and stained. Old fashioned elevators. The guy tells me that there's asbestos. Great!
So we finish, I leave, and I wait for the bus to take me back down the huge hill. I wait, and wait. Then I wait some more. I'm FREEZING. It's much colder up there than where I live, right next to the Bay. It's also dramatic looking. If you were filming a movie that started with a man who has a deep voice saying, "It was a dark and stormy night, when Nanette decided to go out for that fateful walk that would change her life... forever" you would have filmed in Diamond Heights. It was cold, it was windy, the fog wasn't just rolling, but BLOWING across the sky.
The bus never comes. I check the schedule and it says a bus should come every half hour. My eyes are tearing it's so cold and windy. Fuck that. Taxi to the rescue. I'll not be living there. Too far from work, too suburban and isolated (perhaps I'd feel differently if I had a car), and too old.