Friday, August 01, 2003 I like where I'm living
I took a short, slow walk with Robocop tonight, because I'm very tired, and my legs are more tired than the rest of me. It's nice weather outside, cool and dry with a breeze that the little dog likes to sniff.
The sidewalks in this neighborhood are all overgrown and witchy with hoardes of slick black beetles and finger-sized slugs. I usually go barefoot, so I have to watch my step.
My building is pinkish brick. It is a utilitarian rectangle plunked on the corner of a semi-busy street and a non-busy street, right next to the ramp that leads, eventually, to interstate 95. The signs pointing that way are all covered with honeysuckle vines which soften their edges and add a nice green border to the red and blue of the signs themselves.
All the houses and apartment buildings around mine are prettier than the Don-Mar appartments, where I live. The name and the general air of the building make me think of Don Knotts. My mother saw him being rude in an elevator one time. She and her friend were riding from one floor to another in a tall building, when Don Knotts stepped through the open doors. My mother's friend said, "Hey, you're Don Knotts!" And he got very surly and said, "I know who I am!"
That's the kind of star-quality my building has. posted by Frenz | 8/01/2003 02:25:00 AM
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