On the windshield this morning. I decided to go to the market in the York neighborhood, because it is a cool old neighborhood and I needed milk.
I parked here.
Nelson's market has been in town since 1898, at the same location but different incarnations.
It is still pretty old and funky.
Umurkun snacks but you will NOT find a Maga anything here.
There is a cafe on the side that serves honest fare. Biscuits and gravy...grilled cheese, Umurkun healthy heart food.
It is a sweet little neighborhood , there are bungalows, gardens, and large Victorian, working man, houses
This humble Craftsman is either coming or going.
Might be adding a basement. There is a house down the street that was purchased for a pittance and moved across town for ten grand...They built a foundation and basement under it. It took two years. They hit the jackpot, it is now worth over 1 mill- or what the market will bear, and my guess is that as real estate goes here, it is under priced.
A Jay got in ...again. He refused to leave, he came with the purpose of disturbing my obsession. Nearly two thirds done with the puzzle from hell, hours spent sorting it out and feeling all smart about it- finally seeing what it was supposed to be ... moving trance-like , rhythmically sliding the pieces together , that satisfying "ahhhh" when they fit together effortlessly, no hammer required. (this time)
And then, the Jay, the little blue freak- hopping along the floor leaving poop with nearly every hop,
ricocheting off the walls and windows, knocking things to the ground- FOOF there goes the puzzle! There go the little pots on the window sill! Anything not anchored crashed!
A warning ?
In case of earth quake the doo- dahs on every sill and surface would become bullets for sure!
And the puzzle...well, never mind. I need to spend time more constructively, I suppose.
After the Jay finally found his way out, I shifted all the furniture and hiding places, cleaned up the bird poop, which was quite a lot for such a little bird, I cleaned out the corners, Got a pile ready to give away- NOT to Goodwill, they are the worst. but probably to the assistance league.
See? Constructive use of time- bird is the word!
That was my day so far.
I realized that I forgot to get some good old builder's tea, a must have- off I go !