NOT EVEN A MOUSE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW

"good lord, what 'aaaaave ye done?" said the middle aged british woman as she walked by the housepainters. "you've got bluddy paint all over the bricks! well, oi'd say, if that were moi ploice, i'd 'ave you clean it right off!" as i watched from the front balcony her argument with the painter about whether or not the offending marks were made while they painted, she smiled at me as if she were helping me out. but i gave her a look of disrespect, the kind of "you're crazy, lady!" look, but she sauntered on proud of herself for helping out the little guy, when the truth of the matter is that no one cares if a bit more fresh paint got splattered on the already splattered brick wall. get a life!

they've turned the water back on in the building, only two hours later than promised. not bad, i must say. they're also paiting the front doors and putting new varnish on the wood interiors in the halls. and to top it off, we're getting new vinyl windows in every apartment free of charge. let's just hope they're not priming up the place to throw us out and start renting it off to the expanding crowds of forest hill and yorkville that are soon to invade the annex and quite possibly my beloved home.