With our tenant Joe’s unexpected and sudden demise almost two weeks ago and the subsequent cleaning out of his belongings being completed by his brother yesterday I finally got a chance to get up there and take a good look around. Susan I had initially planned on cleaning it up and renting it out for …
It’s disgusting that I went into the office yesterday at 2 p.m. to get caught up on work I’d been putting off until the last minute, and didn’t emerge to come home until 6:35 a.m. this morning. That’s right: 16.5 hours. No sleep, unless you count the 45 minute pass-out on the floor of my …
Back in early April I turned my backyard spotlight on the bud that had sprouted from a one of three dismembered cactus pads that I’d found last summer and thunked into some soil. Immediately after that first post there was some drama I never reported about. See, I moved the pot atop a fence post …
If straight-up, no-frills urban cycling is a drug, then I’d liken it to marijuana, not only because a large segment of so-called “society” wants to keep it stigmatized and its purveyors negatively stereotyped, but also because of late radical anarchistic bike rides have begun to take place because apparently the high one gets just from …
So progress continues with our deceased tenant’s next of kin clearing his property out of the upstairs apartment. I came home tonight to find what very well may be the dearly departed’s death bed discarded with a flagrant lack of regard or responsibility in front of the house (along with two not-pictured huge plastic bags …
As the crow flies the dead body was found a half-mile from my front door. As the bike rides it’s about two-thirds of a mile away. Far enough away for some, but too close for comfort for me. I pedaled upon the cordoned-off scene above on my ride home from work last night. It was …
Seems like only yesterday my Susan and I were wandering in wonderment the walks and waterways of Venice.