Lamp Post

Conversation with the vet:

Babe, what do you call this?
Uh… a lamppost.
I know it’s a lamppost, but what do you call it now?
It’s still a lamppost.
But, what is it? It’s got to be called something else.

So, what do you call a lamppost that looks a little different than other lampposts?

Drum rolls or eye rolls, we agreed on “artsy” as the adjective.
It’s just a lamppost, but… he can call it an artsy lamppost if he so pleases.
Give me time, sweet man. That rusty ol’ pole won’t be the first clue of an artist in residence.

I did give it a fresh coat of paint and pounded a wooden spoon paddle into the ground beside the base to help wedge it up a bit straighter. It’s the stained glass inserts that make him think it needs a new name. They were fun to make but took awhile as I had sold my glass grinder and my hands kept cramping up with bones locked in a shadow play duck position.

Photos snapped along the way:

Had to revamp this plan… clear glass was too thick for my came.

New plan… going with the blues. This is a “use whatcha got” project.

Forget the Dremel… this glass file works GREAT!

Hand cramps: with a flashlight and sheet, we could call that a duck.

Putting it together… yeah, it’s been awhile.
And I couldn’t find my plastic dodahs for the horseshoe nails.

All done… surprised it glows oranges.

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It looks like fishing poles sprouted up in the yard next door. The bamboo plants are now over 7 foot tall.

We are waiting to see how long it takes the city to do something about it. They cut the grass, bill the owner, but have yet to come by this year.

I was told by a neighbor that I would have first dibs to buy that house from the city for back taxes being that I live right next door, but I don’t have the cash to make an offer.

I was like ahhh… so I looked it up on the auditor’s website and, sure enough, the owner is listed as “address unknown” and the city tacks 600 a year onto his unpaid tax bill to maintain the yard.

So, to sound a bit like Mr. Rogers… who wants to be my neighbor?

There is a very good possibility that the city would consider an offer as low as 5,000 considering the back taxes are racking up to about five grand with the yard maintenance fees and all. I told the kids about it, but they don’t want to live that close to mama.

It could be a nice little house… 3 bedroom ranch, full basement, nice size yard, decent garage. Roof looks fine, newer style windows, siding needs washed and painted. And, it is located in a racially diverse South side neighborhood, near St. Matthias on a quiet little street of mostly owner occupied homes, within a half block walk to the nearest WRTA bus route.

I’m not a Realtor, have nothing to gain if someone buys it…. except a new neighbor who will hopefully keep that bamboo under control. I’ve read that it will eventually die off if you keep it cut down due to lack of photosynthesis (sunshine on leaves) but who knows? I just don’t want it spreading to my yard.

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May Day 2017

Babe, it’s been a month since you’ve swept the floor.

No it hasn’t. It’s been a month since I blogged, but I didn’t say that out loud.

“No, it hasn’t,” I repeated. It’s been a month since he’s watched me sweep the floor, but I didn’t mention that part as it might shatter the illusion of household magic tending to domestic chores.

I swear that’s how things get done.

He just gave me a look and asked where I keep the broom.

If he has to observe me doing something to believe that I actually did it, then he must think that we have a miraculous self cleaning toilet and little fairies gather up our dust. I’m still waiting for the day he replaces an empty roll or… best just keep those thoughts to myself.

I know what he’s really saying… truth is, I have been preoccupied lately. I’ve opted to work long hours prepping to launch a new eCommerce business instead of doing things like hanging out doing nothing or lounging around watching television. I had research to do, homework to do… a lot of details to tend, not to mention all the hours of business related conversations with my daughter while we were both ramping up the learning curve.

So… without any fanfare, I launched on May Day, then cleaned my office and cooked a nice dinner so we could eat and watch a movie together after his ball game.

He was snoring before the rice was done.

So much for that. Thanks for reading!