Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop

Outside my window, there is the sound of water dripping onto something. It's not the pitter-patter of rain drops and I'm not sure what it's dripping onto, but it's loud. Like there's a leaky hose hanging over the roof and it's dropping huge water drops onto a sheet of aluminum loud. I can't complain because if I wasn't listening to that, I would be listening to the moat running through my neighbor's house. Oh yes. You read that right. Actually, maybe it wouldn't be called a moat because it runs through the house, more like a stream. But there is a moat in front of the house. Complete with a bridge you have to cross in order to get to the front door. I guess obviously you would need a moat, because where else would the House Stream empty into? It certainly couldn't just waterfall into the yard. Because that would result in a marsh. And this neighbor is very clearly not going for Swampy Marsh, but for Moat Surrounded Castle. I'm not sure he achieved it, however. One lady across the street told me she thinks it looks like a dentist's office. And she said it with a face of someone who'd just been to the dentist's office and had four root canals*.

It makes me wonder how the design process went for the neighbor to land on House Stream and Moat. Did he live near the water as a child so he decided to bring a piece of that into his dream home? Has he had a fascination with European Castles and Medieval Culture for years but because he can't live in Europe he fashioned his best modern-day-castle replica? Did he hire an architect who always wanted to build a home with a House Stream and Moat because his college professors said it couldn't be done? Tell me why, Mr. Rogers**! Why the House Stream and Moat? The residents of Lincoln Park want to know!

When I have enough extra millions to build a house, I don't think I'll put an HSM*** in it. In fact, I don't know that I would build a house in Lincoln Park if I had that much money to spend. I have no idea where I would want to build a house. There are too many unknown factors to think about that. The factors being whether or not other humans ever join me in my life. Meaning marriage and/or children. Not join me in my crusade. Although, if I were to start a crusade and people were to join it, that would certainly be something to factor into my home buying. Also, who else has Les Mis stuck in their head now?

The water is dripping faster now. I was able to ignore it before, but now that I talked about it, it's all I hear. And also all the sirens. I don't actually hear sirens as often as you would think being in a city with such a high murder rate. So either I'm living in a safe area, or all the murders happening near my house are quiet and go unsolved.

I feel like we've learned a lot about each other tonight. This has been fun. How about we do it again sometime? (She said to the computer screen and not to a date because boys are scary.)

G'night.



*I've never had a root canal. I don't even know if that's the right way to spell the canal of root canal. I do not know what they are or if you can even have four of them done in one day. But TV and movies tell me people do not like them so I figured the comparison worked.

**I don't actually know his name. It may or may not be Mr. Rogers. But I figured it to be an appropriate nickname because he is my neighbor.

***Stands for House Stream and Moat. Not High School Musical. Only in this particular instance. Any other time you read HSM on this blog, I will very likely be referring to High School Musical.