Months ago, Katie mentioned here that we were “starting a commune.” I’d like to amend that statement slightly, based on our now enlightened understanding of vocabulary: we are staring a compound, not a commune. Or have started, rather. [Compound (enclosure), a cluster of buildings having a shared purpose, usually inside a fence or wall; a commune is an intentional community of people living together, sharing common interests, property, possessions, resources, work, and income.]
Yes, earlier this month, the Goddamn Cobras & friends took over the entirety of an apartment building in Greenpoint (3 floors, 3 apartments, 11 bedrooms, 13 people, 2 cats), + an apartment across the street (add one floor, an additional backyard, 3 bedrooms, 4 people and 1 dog). While we’ve got a community lending library, and always have somewhere to turn to borrow a cup of (herbed goat) butter, we all have our own jobs and our own bills and the like. But most of us do share a purpose, or several purposes, along with interests, resources, dinners, and sometimes lovers. So far, we’ve lived here about 4 weeks. All I can say is this year is going to be both impossibly worse and a trillion times better than we could ever imagine, and in completely unexpected ways. We’ve taken to referring to our home as the Cobra Compound, the Cobrodrome or just by the street name. We are planning an epic housewarming party to coincide with our street’s block-fest later this month.
Last week, Katie’s mom took it upon herself to send our household a kiddie pool, after having seen the way we fawned over a friend’s pool when she was in town. I don’t think she knows that the Cobras have a bad history with kiddie pools:
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Oh you guys! I am equally parts amused and disturbed by this vid…exacerbated by the bearded chortling gent in the background…hahaha