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  • Unamazing Confessions – the hospital and Poppinsville

    Unamazing Confessions – the hospital and Poppinsville

    The lot behind the hospital, between the hospital and Poppinsville, got quite a facelift with the finishing of Poppinsville. Loading docks are back there. The lot was kind of scruffy and its fence was chain link. About the time Poppinsville went seriously on the market, a nice little security station appeared behind the hospital and…

  • Unamazing Confessions! Our hallway and the mystery of the hook

    Unamazing Confessions! Our hallway and the mystery of the hook

    Click on image for larger view. Not much larger. But larger. There are a lot of things I do like about this building. I like character. I like it that the building isn’t modern sterile. I like our blue doors. The building has decades’ worth of no longer used enhancements that aren’t worth the moment’s…

  • Children may like ghost stories but not the inexplicable–at least H.o.p. doesn’t

    My plans had been to write about watching “Twister” with H.o.p. earlier tonight. Insomnia without my computer programs and files isn’t a whole hell of a lot of fun. Usually, if I can’t sleep, I get up and work some then go back to bed. That not being an option the past ten days, I…

  • "Don't even think about it…"

    “Don’t even think about it,” said my son, about thirty minutes ago, as I, armed with paintbrush and paintcan, turned toward his bedroom. He is tired of the touching up. Of mom painting doors and windows and advising him to be careful while he’s running about. And it’s true that I have been going about…

  • So that's where the kitchen was once, of course

    Well, it has come to this. I would be, finally, painting floors this afternoon, but I find I have no floor paint. The lid appeared to be solidly on but when I pryed it up the paint was a solid. My hands are scratched, scraped and bruised. I’ve repaired my gourds that needed repair, gluing…

  • This Old Apartment

    A bit of congratulations are in order, for sake of bolstering. Just managed to get up the rods in the kitchen for holding pots. Kind of. And yes I know for 9/10ths of the population this would be a piece of cake but somehow I manage to always be the odd person out. First I…

  • I don’t know why I feel like I’ve done nothing

    My computer, which had a bad Windows install with which I’d been living for a while, finally went crash and I ended up without it a couple of times over the past several weeks. The thing is everything is on my computer. All the work I do is on my computer. Words. Art. Websites I…

  • The spring which is our bathroom (Category, this old apartment building)

    Well, we will call the landlord again tomorrow with the news that it is very nice our sink now drains but that tearing out that part of the wall and replacing a corroded joint did not fix the flooding. Because the bathroom flooded again today and this time I was able to catch it in…

  • Physics

    H.o.p. carries his huge stack of drawing paper from the living room to his computer table. He drops part of it. “Stupid gravity!” he exclaims. “I hate gravity!” He frequently complains about gravity and says he wishes it didn’t exist. I did not complain about gravity when I was his age. Sitting on the desk…

  • Remnant of Christmas Eve

    There’s been a hospital sheet lying on the sidewalk since the police left.

  • If you purport to want peace, love, understanding and equality then you ought to give some effort to living your mission statement behind closed doors

    Our landlord today dropped off the nicest book for H.o.p. A Christmas gift which we know is a book because tonight H.o.p., aglow with enthusiasm and curiosity, asked if he could go ahead and open it and Marty put a bow on his head to put us in a Christmasy mood and we said yes.…

  • Dear upstairs neighbor

    Dear Upstairs Neighbor: I didn’t mean it when I told the landlord that I didn’t care about your chickens one way or another but that, after months of them wandering the narrow back courtyard-alley under the fire escapes all day, I would rather them in a chicken coop than out pooping all over the place…