That’s right boys and girls, the guy who not a year and a half ago was trying to figure out where he could hook up his bus to live is buying a dwelling that has neither wheels nor flashing retractable stopsign. And as if that weren’t grown up enough, there’s a rentable space so I get to have a tennant. So, between spending gobs of money and becoming a landlord I’ve got flashes of The Money Pit and Pacific Heights dancing in my head.

To be fair, though, I’m not alone in this daft affair. One Heidi Eklund, obviously at a loss for rational decision making, is accompanying me on this journey. Perhaps it’s something in the New Paltz water, but we’re obviously not in our right minds.

We do, however, seem to have decent taste in houses, at least i think so. Check it out. I doubt we’ll have it anywhere near as “Better homes and Gardens” as it is now, but it’s quite the swell little place that seems to have had (knocking on wood) all the relevant work done on it before we came along (this is where Tom Hanks and Shelley Long really work up a good guffaw).

This is probably the most grown-up thing I’ve ever endeavoured to undertake, but at least it’s a huge risk and scary as hell. Truly, though, it’s all very exciting. The whole thing seems fabulous, at a fair price. I even got them to throw in a shed and a riding lawnmower. And i’ve never had my own shed before. I imagine I’ll need to buy a wheelbarrow.