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Histerhesus
Jun. 10th, 2005 10:01 amWhat a crazy crazy week. The rise in temperature and cumulative, incremental insult to living comfort caused by the construction work in the house has put both of us on edge, and that edge has best been used as the knife to remove the foil from another bottle of wine.
Had some good meals, eating in the backyard. Cobbled together an escarole and white beans recipe that was yummy and will no doubt be in heavy rotation this summer. Saw our first lightning bugs night before last. All the roses are blooming and the smell at dusk is incredible. The zucchini plant doubles in size every two days and all the tomato plants are big enough to wrap around their supporting ropes (see Square Foot Gardening) and have baby tomatoes.
The assholes that we battled last year to prevent them from building a 4-story house 6 feet from our back property line went back on their agreement and even though they're not building behind our house, they did cut down almost all the trees. Looking at this picture from the early spring:
They left the big tree in the middle that's right up against our fence but everything to the left is gone. It's their property and they do have the right (even though they swore under oath that they were leaving that area untouched) but it makes a big difference in our sense of privacy. So we went out and spent $1000 on two 20-foot-tall trees to plant next to our fence.
Yesterday Ernie calls and says he had to get out of the house so we met up in Chelsea and bought lights for the new bathroom and for the downstairs landing ceiling that we wired when it was torn open to put in the plumbing for the bathroom upstairs. We then walked down through the Meat Market and I, again, had that feeling that I was in a Philip K. Dick novel and that someone had slipped me a hit of Chew-z. SO much hetro trendiness in such a small area. We ended up at a place called The Hog Pit and started talking to a really fun group of women there to celebrate the birthday of one of them. They were great. Two gay male friends of theirs showed up - the first one was sort of sour and unpleasant, and the second was was just a major asshole. He's a psychiatrist. Are they all that way? Anyway, at one point I told him he was an asshole, a bad doctor, and to fuck off, and I moved to the other side of the table and had a good time while he sulked.
I never talk that way to people I don't know. Almost never.
When we first got there and were eating our delicious jalapeno poppers and chicken wings, a beat-up looking guy with a little nelly clutch-purse dog comes in for a take-out order. He goes back outside while they prepare it and they're all "It's Mickey Rourke!". He looks like a triple-sad cross between Nick Nolte, Donny Russo, and Jocelyn Wildenstein (put down your coffee and look at http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/archives/000351.html) Oh look, he's there too - http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/archives/000344.html - but he looked a lot worse. And some advice: if you use Feria hair dye, make sure you're not throwing skanky I-am-always-drunk-when-I-fall-asleep hair while back-lit. That shit looks like faded 70's amber plexiglas.
Came home to the new bathroom floor partially tiled. YAY.
Had some good meals, eating in the backyard. Cobbled together an escarole and white beans recipe that was yummy and will no doubt be in heavy rotation this summer. Saw our first lightning bugs night before last. All the roses are blooming and the smell at dusk is incredible. The zucchini plant doubles in size every two days and all the tomato plants are big enough to wrap around their supporting ropes (see Square Foot Gardening) and have baby tomatoes.
The assholes that we battled last year to prevent them from building a 4-story house 6 feet from our back property line went back on their agreement and even though they're not building behind our house, they did cut down almost all the trees. Looking at this picture from the early spring:
They left the big tree in the middle that's right up against our fence but everything to the left is gone. It's their property and they do have the right (even though they swore under oath that they were leaving that area untouched) but it makes a big difference in our sense of privacy. So we went out and spent $1000 on two 20-foot-tall trees to plant next to our fence.
Yesterday Ernie calls and says he had to get out of the house so we met up in Chelsea and bought lights for the new bathroom and for the downstairs landing ceiling that we wired when it was torn open to put in the plumbing for the bathroom upstairs. We then walked down through the Meat Market and I, again, had that feeling that I was in a Philip K. Dick novel and that someone had slipped me a hit of Chew-z. SO much hetro trendiness in such a small area. We ended up at a place called The Hog Pit and started talking to a really fun group of women there to celebrate the birthday of one of them. They were great. Two gay male friends of theirs showed up - the first one was sort of sour and unpleasant, and the second was was just a major asshole. He's a psychiatrist. Are they all that way? Anyway, at one point I told him he was an asshole, a bad doctor, and to fuck off, and I moved to the other side of the table and had a good time while he sulked.
I never talk that way to people I don't know. Almost never.
When we first got there and were eating our delicious jalapeno poppers and chicken wings, a beat-up looking guy with a little nelly clutch-purse dog comes in for a take-out order. He goes back outside while they prepare it and they're all "It's Mickey Rourke!". He looks like a triple-sad cross between Nick Nolte, Donny Russo, and Jocelyn Wildenstein (put down your coffee and look at http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/archives/000351.html) Oh look, he's there too - http://www.awfulplasticsurgery.com/archives/000344.html - but he looked a lot worse. And some advice: if you use Feria hair dye, make sure you're not throwing skanky I-am-always-drunk-when-I-fall-asleep hair while back-lit. That shit looks like faded 70's amber plexiglas.
Came home to the new bathroom floor partially tiled. YAY.
