Wow! I’ve been lazy. It’s not that I haven’t had time I’m just swamped — resting. That includes reading, sleeping, yakking, puzzling and generally goofing off. Sounds like college doesn’t it? I was going to do this earlier today, but I got motivated to clean my apartment and start dumping more things I don’t need. I know, surprising. It even surprised me.
Well, back to my building and a look down the long hallway. I live at the last door on the left and right next to a back exit. This is a small building with only 18 apartments – nine on each of two floors floor.
My front door has several of my drawing hanging on either side. These are prints. I am enjoying trying to sale some of them. The table usually has something sitting on it that is seasonal. I guess I could have put up an umbrella. All it’s doing is raining. To the left of my door with the funky welcome wreath is the exit. Because I’m on the end, I let my family in at that door. When they come they just knock on my window. It works great.
To the left as you enter my place is the kitchen, tiny, but workable. At first I felt like there was not enough space, but you get used to it and eventually start getting rid of unused items and then you have plenty of room. Still want a dishwasher. I hate doing dishes.
Straight ahead is the living room with my comfortable leather sofa. My work space it to the right. I have a very old Mac. It should be upgrades, but the last time I did a major upgrade I had to upgrade all my programs. I’m trying to stick with what I have. Besides, I can’t lift my computer anymore. I decided not to straighten up the stacks, as that is not me. If there are not stacks around I have probably moved. You may as well know the truth.
There is a hall that parallels the kitchen and leads to a very large bathroom and the bedroom on the right. No bedroom photos. The place is a disaster. As you can see the hall holds many of my books. I keep telling myself it is silly to buy books as there are libraries here and the community library is only a block away. There is something about owning a book that seems to have meaning for me. Usually it means I am running out of money.
The next photo looks back to my door. On the left behind the leather recliner in which I live is a drafting/light table. My best buddy made that possible. I have no table for meals and the drafting table can flatten and be a table. Talk about multitasking.
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