"Oh, I'll bet that's nice, being so close. But I could never live that close to where I work."
It's ok, don't be jealous. But seriously -- that was a huge factor in deciding on an actual apartment within the complex. I definitely didn't want one that overlooked Starbucks. The last thing I need at DooDoo 'Oclock in the morning is to look out my window as I'm getting ready to go to work, only to see a small parade of cars stacked out of the "drive-thru".
No thanks.
My other two choices were a scenic view of dairy Queen, or the Ruins (as they have now come to be known). While I couldn't wait to have the lovely smells of fried crap and "cheerful" sounds of the area youth lofting up to my veranda every weekend, the Ruins definitely won out.
Maybe I should explain what this all means -- the balcony faces east, so in the morning you get the full exposure. It's really grand -- brilliant hues of yellow, red, pink, and orange. The colors dance on the ceiling in the morning light -- simply marvelous!
The Ruins are little more than construction on another segment of the complex. However, for MONTHS there had been little (if any) action going on down there. All we were left with was the view of concrete pillars and half-formed rooms.
It resembled ancient Roman buildings -- so here was I, with my own little private Pompeii right in my back yard. What's not to like? In the afternoon, the sunset put a lovely, soft glow on the scene as shadows meandered through the empty spaces. When night fell, the moonglow enchanted the sacred spot.
Fast-forward to this week -- the construction crew is back! Well, I had never actually seen them, but they are here nonetheless! Right as the weather began to get cold and rainy, they came out in droves to relentlessly work on rebuilding these ruins. They slave tirelessly -- I can see them out my window now, rattling and clanking about. Laying down pieces of wood and steel and just making a terrible racket.
You see? Where's the mystery, where's the mystique? Where is the charm?
More importantly, once they are finished... what is to become of my parking spot?
But now, for your viewing pleasure, I give you:
My very own SWINE FLU MASK.
You can never be too careful.
1 comment:
That is hilarious and creepy. And now you can go dressed as a character from The Twilight Zone for Hallowe'en.
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