Thursday, August 6, 2009

Ketchup

So, I guess nine days before I move out of my place is probably not the best time to familiarize you, my adoring readership, with the place I have inhabited for the last seven months but this is what we have to work with, people. The last seven months have basically been so cram packed with crap I did not want to do that even the minute escape from reality that is blogging seemed to be an extra burden on my psyche. At least I got to do it in a cute little cabin situated on Pico and Cloverfield.

With just enough space between the bush and the walkway for this beast, my trusty steed, and my beach basket.


In the last seven months, I took a winter intensive and the Spring semester for a total of 19 units, took and passed the Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam, graduated from law school, rolled right on into Bar prep, and then the three day fiasco of the Bar itself. I finished one week ago today and am still having to remind myself to breathe and let my shoulders recoil from their semi-permanent position right next to my ears. When these nine days are finished, I move to the Rancho. Here's a shot from the hill above overlooking the glory that is Papa's collection.


And, the view from my soon-to-be front porch. No beach cruiser to be seen, but plenty of room for my ideal garden.


If you want to come visit and shoot guns, come move junk, pet horses that are more like big dogs, or ride around on a tractor, let me know. Me? I'll just be waiting the next for months for my Bar results to come and trying to drop the trailer.