In perusing the blogosphere and Facebook posts today, it would almost seem like self-indulgent sacrilege to post anything other than reflections and reminiscences about the 10th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Maybe, like me, you are 9/11’d out. I do not downplay the horror, bloodshed, and tragedy, but I write of personal matters today because it may be a little while before I will have access to a computer for blogging purposes.
Why? Both Susie’s and my laptop computers, as well as our Wii console, were stolen last night/early this morning. I am just thankful that Susie was not in town when it happened. She was at the Unitarian Universalist Church in Dayton, at youth chaplain training. It may be fortunate that I was not at home. I was at a concert at the Dude Locker in Clintonville, and discovered my back door ajar and both computers missing upon my return. (It shows how little I use the Wii–Susie noticed it was gone; I didn’t.)
The event finalized any lingering doubts that I have had about getting the hell out of Weinland Park. I moved there last year with the same high hopes and enthusiasm as I did when we lived in Franklinton, eager to do good and go a step beyond the people who were full of solutions about a blighted area, retreating at 5 p.m. to the safety of Worthington or New Albany. Now I see it’s an area where the children are out of control and where the civic leaders who see it as the next Olde Towne East seem to think of mugging, burglary, and drug pushing as performance art.
Happily, I can report that our exodus from Weinland Park is a fait accompli. Soon after Susie came home from Dayton, I met a leasing agent and handed over a cashier’s check. As of October 1, Susie and I will be returning to the ‘Ville (Clintonville). I found a three-bedroom half double in Baja Clintonville, around the corner from the Maynard Avenue United Methodist Church. The price is affordable, and the landlord has been hard at work on improvements in the week or two since I first looked at the place. The previous tenants were two graduate students who liked to party and who must have thought it was bad karma to housebreak their dog, so the leasing agent, I think, was happy to be renting to a single parent and teenage daughter.
|Aerial photograph of the general area where Susie and I will live.|
The news about the burglary was pretty upsetting to Susie, so I was glad that I was able to offset with the news that our time in Weinland Park is very brief. I think she had begun to despair of our ever getting out of there, and I admit that I was mysterious about the fact I was meeting with a rental agent this afternoon.
We don’t have the keys yet. The owner still wants to do a little more work, but he will hand me the keys on the 25th (two weeks from today), and that is when the move-in process begins. Since my soon-to-be-ex-landlord was not all that conscientious about keeping vermin at bay (the two- and six-legged variety), Susie and I will not be moving as much. The biggest pain, as always, will be books. (I have three milk cartons consisting of diaries alone. You can imagine what the rest of the library is like!)
I am hoping the computers are insured. I am buying them through a purchasing plan my union sponsors, and theft should be covered under that. If not, back to the drawing board and start buying another computer. This is the one time in my life I’ve been thankful for a dry spell, writing-wise. I have to admit there is not much writing that was lost on my laptop. I wrote The Sad Hospital on a typewriter, and my memoir about Robert Lowry (which has been in the home stretch for over a year and a half, “in measurable distance of its end,” to quote the telescreen announcer in 1984) exists in several incarnations, including a hard copy I printed out and an optical disk. Susie, I am afraid, has lost several poems, stories, and projects with the theft of her machine.