Was Zum Teufel (and rowhouses)?!

Fri Sept 12 – During these past few weeks of my working full-time and my class starting in Baltimore, I have been very tired, neglecting my writing. In order to continue these creative endeavors of mine, methinks I must change the format. Writing a long essay once a week is too much given my current schedule, so I’m going to try something new. However, Oslo and Mies will forever remain my collective literary muse.

So, I will still write about them as I have before, just on an as it happens, day-by-day basis. Because honestly, there are some days when they really aren’t as funny as I make them sound. I embellish sometimes. Yep, I do.

So, on that note, last week ended with Will and me up in Baltimore looking at a rowhouse we’re seriously considering making an offer on. It’s a beautiful old house, built in 1850 and just one block away from MICA and a ten-minute walk from Penn Station. Very important as we would have to commute to DC by train if we buy this place.

Anyway, the real estate agent is awesome and let us bring the dogs into the house both times we’ve seen it. Well, the place is three stories tall and when we returned for a second look, Oslo and Mies already knew their way around. As soon as we walked into the vestibule, Oslo was all, one, two, …. THREE!!! Last one to run up and down these three flights of stairs 150 times is a rotten egg! They both took off like Sarah Palin on a snowmobile after a moose. Between running up and down those stairs and having Olympic wrestling matches in each and every empty room of that house, Will and I didn’t even need to exercise them that day.