It is with great sadness that I write this. My amorous apartment and private pleasure enclave for the last 5 years sustained grave damage in Monday's flooding, and has gone the way of Atlantis and Lemuria, disappearing beneath the waters, gone but not forgotten.
I am thankful that, unlike many families in Houston, this wasn't my primary residence, but it has been the place I've spent the most time at for half a decade. Those of you who have visited my wee corner of the planet realize that it meant a lot to me. I put a great deal of thought, effort, and pride into the furnishings, decor, and amenities. It wasn't JUST a place to meet for carnality, but was an extension of my Celtic heritage, the center of the Sassy Irish Lassie Experience, a unique environment I treasured as my homage to the Emerald Isle.
The last few days have been a blur of sorting, drying, cleaning, packing, and carting. I have to completely vacate so that repairs can be made, and those may take weeks. There is no space available for my transfer within the same complex, so what I can salvage is going into storage. Fortunately, most of my furnishings were heavy oak or iron, the water didn't rise to the dizzying heights that it did in many other places on the north side, and it didn't stay long, so quite a bit can be saved, including much of my cherished costume and art collections. (Those of you ladies and gentlemen who graced my massive antique iron bed know that it could withstand WWIII, but heck, that sucker is going to be a witch to move!)
This has been a daunting situation physically, financially, and emotionally. (Brings back nightmarish memories of the Montgomery County flood of 1994, when I lost my home prior to the Irish Chihuahua Refuge, some of my beloved pets, and 90% of everything I owned. Can't believe I'm dealing with another aquatic disaster!) I ask for indulgence and patience, as it will take me a while to literally slog through this. I need to devote all of my time at present to completing the recovery and relocation of my belongings, then dealing with insurance, the apartment management, searching for new decadent digs...
I will unavailable for entertaining for at least a week, possibly 2, and after that it will have to be outcall or, heavy sigh, I'll have to host at a hotel until I can secure another risque residence, which might be challenging at an affordable price as many other displaced people will also be looking. Providers, if you need a reference from me, I would encourage you to contact other ladies first if possible, but if that isn't feasible, please TEXT or CALL me, as I no longer have Internet access at my shell of an incall.
In fact, anyone needing to contact me, please understand that I will have limited time for correspondence for a wee bit, late evenings mostly.
Really going to miss my garden. My place had an amazing walled courtyard patio unlike any other apartment complex I've ever come across. I had a huge umbrella that covered the entire area, and I filled it with large tropical fruit and flowering plants, dragon sculpture, hand-blown glass lighting, and iron benches that I made good use of from time to time. Can't imagine what will be able to replace that exclusive erotic retreat. It's the reason I chose that particular apartment to begin with.
Anyway, that is all. Thanks.