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kjpepper[This was supposed to have posted at 11:45 last night; don't know why it didn't]
Today was a wash in the productive department. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.
The plastics are down, lol. You can imagine how stuffy the house was past couple of days. Even weirder, my window is open. I can't tell you how long it's been since THAT has happened. We're talking a six by four foot sash here. It's always weird how sometimes I still live under Mom's rules in subtle, unconscious ways, and while MA has turned me into enough of a natural light freak to get over the-curtains-must-stay-closed thing, I must say I never even considered opening the window. But there it is in front of me, letting in a breeze, the peculiar smell of New York in bloom, and the clear, unmuted rattle of passing Q trains in the open cut behind the house.
It's oddly quiet out there. I say odd because once the city gets above a certain temperature, it positively explodes into 24 hour noise that is only killed by pouring rain. Course everyone down here is freaking out about swine flu so I imagine that keeping folk inside.
I wonder if there's a way to get to Home Depot in Red hook on the bus from here? Apparently last summer one of the gutters backed up into the house, and the ceiling in Mom's room and the dining room got stained. I'm sick of looking at it. Really I need to revive the project of cleaning shit out and restoring. This room hasn't gotten a new coat of paint since the mid seventies. It's gonna be like pulling teeth, but I'm getting back in the mood to reopen that particular battle. Eh, who knows if it'll get done. Heat tends to make that inertia problem I have worse.
I don't know. Just kinda rambling I guess before bed.
Today was a wash in the productive department. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.
The plastics are down, lol. You can imagine how stuffy the house was past couple of days. Even weirder, my window is open. I can't tell you how long it's been since THAT has happened. We're talking a six by four foot sash here. It's always weird how sometimes I still live under Mom's rules in subtle, unconscious ways, and while MA has turned me into enough of a natural light freak to get over the-curtains-must-stay-closed thing, I must say I never even considered opening the window. But there it is in front of me, letting in a breeze, the peculiar smell of New York in bloom, and the clear, unmuted rattle of passing Q trains in the open cut behind the house.
It's oddly quiet out there. I say odd because once the city gets above a certain temperature, it positively explodes into 24 hour noise that is only killed by pouring rain. Course everyone down here is freaking out about swine flu so I imagine that keeping folk inside.
I wonder if there's a way to get to Home Depot in Red hook on the bus from here? Apparently last summer one of the gutters backed up into the house, and the ceiling in Mom's room and the dining room got stained. I'm sick of looking at it. Really I need to revive the project of cleaning shit out and restoring. This room hasn't gotten a new coat of paint since the mid seventies. It's gonna be like pulling teeth, but I'm getting back in the mood to reopen that particular battle. Eh, who knows if it'll get done. Heat tends to make that inertia problem I have worse.
I don't know. Just kinda rambling I guess before bed.
