Going to look at a place, called, arranged a viewing for 10:00 AM. Typical Kootenay house, old, (1896 the landlady tells me), once an estate but now in disrepair, a full mousetrap with dead mouse at the door, outbuildings without their roofs, overflowing with garbage, discarded furniture, the deck cluttered with tools, no obvious outstanding projects, just that rural disorganization. I knock and wait, it takes her about 5 minutes to answer, she's apologetic, big night the night before at the neighbors, she's trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head, I sit down on the deck while I wait for her to get changed...
About ten minutes, she's still shaking the cobwebs out of her head, but dressed, sits on the Veranda and talks to me, wants to feel me out to see if I'll be a good "fit", the cabin, it's on her property, a stones throw from the house, 1895, built by and for the coolies that built the house, why am I so well dressed? she asks, I'm not, What do I do for a living? I tell her where I work, how long...she's still sketchy, shows me the cabin. It's tiny, maybe 8 feet wide, 15 feet long, a 7 foot peaked ceiling, drop down ladder to "the loft" - a 2 foot crawlspace above the bathroom. It's charming - a bed immediately upon entering on the left, wardrobe and desk on the right, the shady side of the cabin is filled with cords of wood - the place is heated with a wood burning stove, a basic and tiny bathroom/shower behind an outhouse door....
$750 a month.
It's crazy, I'd live there a couple of months, all you can do is write and sleep, it's the perfect cabin in the woods, I imagine Thoreau must have had bigger, better, when he wrote "On Walden's Pond" - but it would suffice. The Landlady, though, she's her own little nightmare - still trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head, she's telling me "I don't want any junkies or alcoholics..." - points to a tin filled with baking soda outside the cabin and sniffs..."the last tenant...what was he into?", she knows, and then dashes back inside, she's parched, she needs a drink...7 other prospective tenants to show it to, I'm pretty sure I won't get it, I'm not what she's looking for ...
You could live for a while in the cabin, but it would be yet another one of those bad-landlady situations, the house, estate in ruins, she's advertising for a tenant but she's really looking for a partner, someone to clean up the yard, the house, been there, done that, and I'm thinking that rent should exempt one from the monotony of chores and labour, where she, well, like a lot of the hippies out here she's hoping...