Mundee

It's Monday evening already. Seems like it was just Friday. I had anot fabulous weekend. It was equal parts of getting shit done, sleeping a whole lot and drinking myself silly...

Friday night was spent with Melanie, checking out the house of a horder. Melanie's mom's best friend died a few weeks back. She was a nice woman, but she had some issues. First off, she had inherited a ton of money from her parents so she never really had to work. Her parents passed away when she was still fairly young and left her with pretty much all she'd need for the rest of her life. She had the supplemental income of rent money from some tenants that lived in the duplex she owned. Unfortunately, she was a very VERY depressed woman. A depressed, lonely woman with a compulsive shopping habit and an intense love for cats. Bad combination.

The house and duplex that she left...I...I don't know how to explain it. I mean, I've seen horders on animal planet. You know, when the animal police have to go in and rescue the fifty to seventy feral, diseased cats and/or dogs from a filthy house? Yea, this was kind of like that. Except she took very good care of her cats and actually didn't have too many. I think she only had about seven indoor cats at any given time. She only had four indoor kitties in the main house at the time of her death. Two were very sweet, two were on the skiddish side. But the STUFF. Oh my GAWD the stuff. I've never seen so many cat figurines in one place in my entire life. Not even in a knick knack shop. I have to say, although she wasn't very...um...organized...she had some good taste when it came to some things. She was an artist and had an appreciation for animals, though mostly of the feline persuation. Still, some of the figurines were really cool. And she had some of the orginal cells from Warner Bros. and Disney cartoons and animated features. But there were piles and piles and piles of just stuff... Furniture, Stuffed animals (an entire floor of one bedroom was piled with various stuff animals about TWO FEET off the floor), shoes, clothes, jewelry (TONS of costume jewelry), pictures, artwork, boxes, books, CDs, records, pet bowls, A REAL CRYSTAL BALL for chrissakes! Every corner had some sort of glass display FILLED with cat figurines. In the bedroom were wall mounted shelves with rows of dolls and a three-inch thick pile of dust connecting their heads. Oh yea, and in the kitchen the stove was rendered useless by a stack of just...shit... I don't remember, I think there were some pots and pans that hadn't been used in years and piled on top was more boxes and...SHIT.

That was just the main house. Then we went to the duplex. The duplex in which she had let five of her cats live for a while. Yea, through the backyard of statues and windwheels and birdbaths and a HUGE wooden cat house that many a neighborhood stray liked to hang out in. We couldn't even open the door to the duplex all the way. It was so stacked that we had to CLIMB in order to get to the semi-cleared kitchen where there was standing room. There was a tiny path from the front door to the kitchen. And there were no lights. AT NIGHT. We scoped the place with flashlights, looking at the stacks of furniture and and and...so much shit I couldn't grip it. Melanie said my jaw was just dropped the whole time. I was...for lack of a better word...flabber-fucking-gasted!!! We got outta there after only a few minutes you know, 'cause it was DARK. And spooky as hell.

So Melanie wanted me to finally see what she had talked about as we were growing up. I had never seen it and I'd known this woman for quite a long time. Like I said, she was a nice lady but she had some MAJOR issues. Poor thing, it was terrible to see what a disgusting environment she had lived in. She had all the money anyone could ask for, yet she was miserable. The experience was sobering, if anything.

After the house of horrors, we grabbed some dinner and headed over to Mike's for an evening of laughs. Mike is really into computers and he's always got tons of entertaining websites and internet snippets to show us. We saw a wonderful clip of a bunch of George Bushs' fuck ups during his speaches, all edited together. Next was a scene from "Drawn Together"...fucking hilarious. Then we watched this crazy shit called "Wander Showzen"...I can't even begin to explain it. Crazy shit man. Then Mike made us each a cool new music CD. By the time that was done, Ron was FINALLY home from work and I went home to cuddle with him for the rest of the night.

Uh Oh, speaking of Ron...he just got home. He got a chick flick for me!! I guess I'll have to finish this tomorrow and go enjoy him on this one night during the week that he gets home before I'm comatose on the couch. Later!