I check Craigslist every now and then to see if anyone suitable might like to live in our guest room. This guy was everything we’d love/put up with until paragraph 6.
Here’s the big one: I have a pet parakeet and therefore my housemate(s) would need to be bird-friendly! Peanut is the smartest, most friendly and sweet little bird I have ever met. He can be a little shy around new people but usually accepts any room/housemates into his “flock.” He doesn’t make much noise and he’s pretty low maintenance, but ideally his cage door would always be open. He could certainly stay in my bedroom most of the time, but I’d want to allow him to “stretch his wings” periodically. He’s hand tame and there’s never any problem putting him in the cage if I need to.
Uh, no thank you.
I am married to a person who has decided (on his own, but after ten years of subtle, loving nagging) that he might lose a little of that extra girth around the equator by limiting himself to just one slice of cake per sitting. Although, because of an extremely generous nature probably picked up from his mother, he feels it is only right that he offer a serving to his invisible friend, who stops by frequently.
It has been a good birthday, and thanks to friends far and near, geographically and emotionally, for all your notes. It feels nice.
In the morning, my little niece, Frances, paid a surprise visit, bringing her “backup” birthday cake, the one not required for her own birthday yesterday. You know how I love salvage items, even a little roughed up in transit. While here, she helped water all the plants missed on our weekend away, and did her big-girl job in our bathroom facilities, the first time away from home, and proudly announced it, so it really is a special day.
Then I went to see the four-year-old I hang with on most Tuesdays, who, hearing it was my birthday, asked my age. A little fazed at first, he bounced back to tell me that “58 is not the last number.”
I hope not.
You can do it too.
photos by me at Irving St. NW 29 April 2014
William just had another one of those events that come around annually, and like most modern folks, said he didn’t really want or need anything in the birthday gift category. You’re the same way, I know.
But I wanted to do something. So in the merger of cheap and creative, the result of looking at the catalogs that come to the house and my love of the Georgia Avenue Thrift Store, we have an outdoor shower in the well to the basement door under the deck.
I bought these little hooks, found the working outlet for the power drill (my birthday present to myself when I turned 40 just the other
day decade), and screwed them into the inside of the deck.
A showerhead on a hose will screw into the hose bib. Only William would have installed a hot water faucet for the outside water source, as you can see here by the red and blue knobs indicators. That’s how he rolls.
Thrift store curtains were pretty cheap, if a little too bright red. I stitched little rings to the top to hang on the hooks, and weights to the bottom edge, so that Shepherd St. neighbors Leslie and Carrie won’t have to see to much of William if a little breeze were to blow the curtains around.
He’s still dubious, thinking I wanted the shower more than he. Well, maybe, but after biking, gardening, sweating on a construction site, or just because you can, an outdoor shower feels very nice.
Inaugural rinse is pending.
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Her name is Christian, but she may not be what the sorter had in mind.
Photo by me (blurry, sorry) at the Rag Shop thrift store in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, 12 April 2014.
It’s a hazy day.
Even from the sunset deck,
Can’t see Greenbackville.
photo by me, Wildcat, Chincoteague, 4 April 2014