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Sep. 11th, 2005 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherI'm trying to think of something to say about yesterday's adventures besides what ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dklegman wrote in his excellent post (with new and improved manhole coverage!)
The only thing that comes clearly to mind is when we were wandering through this cul-de-sac neighborhood around Como and Walhalla, we started looking at all these old houses. Gorgeous houses, most of which probably dated back to the early 20s when this neighborhood was shaped from what was probably an old slate quarrying site, judging by the shale and slate cliffs we walked around. We talked about how this would be a lovely place to live, and how it'd be kinda nice to buy one of those houses. (If my commute wouldn't be turned to raw hell, anyhow...)
But even more, we talked about the architecture, or the construction, or how some of the houses, for sale or not, were just plain pretty. How some of the gardens and lawns were just gorgeous, even when they tickled our allergies.
When you consider how we looked (2 people in OSU regalia, probably around college student or near graduate age, and an older guy with a really ratty OSU T-shirt and a cane) walking around this neighborhood, especially on a Football Saturday, that's probably not what most people would have expected us to be talking about.
I think it's moments like that where I realize how lucky I am in my friends.
dklegman wrote in his excellent post (with new and improved manhole coverage!)The only thing that comes clearly to mind is when we were wandering through this cul-de-sac neighborhood around Como and Walhalla, we started looking at all these old houses. Gorgeous houses, most of which probably dated back to the early 20s when this neighborhood was shaped from what was probably an old slate quarrying site, judging by the shale and slate cliffs we walked around. We talked about how this would be a lovely place to live, and how it'd be kinda nice to buy one of those houses. (If my commute wouldn't be turned to raw hell, anyhow...)
But even more, we talked about the architecture, or the construction, or how some of the houses, for sale or not, were just plain pretty. How some of the gardens and lawns were just gorgeous, even when they tickled our allergies.
When you consider how we looked (2 people in OSU regalia, probably around college student or near graduate age, and an older guy with a really ratty OSU T-shirt and a cane) walking around this neighborhood, especially on a Football Saturday, that's probably not what most people would have expected us to be talking about.
I think it's moments like that where I realize how lucky I am in my friends.
