O my little Becca

Poor Becca hasn’t updated her blog in quite sometime, so I think I will give everyone an update on her. Actually, I’m really doing it b/c I have been receiving at least one frantic phone call a day from her for the past week, all about this one situation. Becca has moved into an old house in Carbondale which isn’t horrible, but is definitely old. For the past several weeks she has been sick and was finally diagnosed with an allergic reaction. To what, the doctor wasn’t certain, but apparently the culprit is mold. Rebecca’s house is covered in mold, and it should come at no surprise that she is of course allergic to it. So, she is deathly sick, and either it needs it to be taken care of properly or she needs to move. After speaking with my mother, her landlord Clyde agreed to clean it up and have it inspected by some environmental company. However, he has since changed his mind and just decided to kill it with some bleach which I guess only gets rid of it for about 2 weeks or so. Anyway, she beside herself and was actually considering suing the man. The update today was that Clyde has several partners in his housing ventures, one of which is none other than Mr. Barrett Rochman (Jesse’s dad for those who don’t know). Thus, Becca initially called wanting to know if there was something I could do, to which I replied that there really wasn’t. As she was apparently told by Corey, you wouldn’t want to rent from Barrett. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to mess with Barrett or his companies in any way, and I’ve advised her to get out and not mess with it anymore.

As for me, I am just trying to find my way around town. I hate to admit it, but I am much worse at directions that I thought. I am fine with the el, but walking is a whole other situation. I’m beginning to hate it. Who needs to work out when you walk over an hour every day.

On a lighter note, Sunday I went to Farmaid at the Tweeter Center with Hillary. It was a pretty good time, but I could have done w/o the first 5 hours or so. They didn’t have anyone good play until about 5. Not to mention it was ridiculously hot. I think the highlight of my day was watching Hillary go get tobacco and actually use it. I don’t think she can ever give me shit for smoking, or at least not for awhile. O and I learned that I rather like Neil Young. Who kenw.

Jessica May is coming up tomorrow night for an interview Thursday. I think that Jess, Kate, Eric (Kate’s boyfriend) and I are all going to go out Thursday evening. Should be fun.