In Other News
Apparently Dear Leader whom our current head of state so adores is in a vegetative state after surgery. Maybe if they inject him with bleach. Anyway I imagine all the North Korean doctors within 20 miles of the operation have already been shot.
Odd all of this.
I just watched the neat satiric film "The Death of Stalin".
I imagine similar blood splattered comedy is happening in Pyongyang this moment.
I wonder who takes over as Dear Leader has shot most of his family.
Well reeling though I am over the news of the likely evaporation of North Korea's Dear leader. I thought I'd take this historic occasion,...at 12:20 am to spackle that is plaster the fucking cracks in my walls, and ceiling.
My digs may be tidy.
However they are not immune to the forces of nature.
Those two earth tremors we had a few years ago. That, and the slow sinking of this building toward the north west. I figure if left to nature it will collapse into the driveway in another 200+ years or so.
Judging by what it's done in the last 120.
So there was no rush with the plaster work. Still I thought in honor of what's his name in North Korea I'd get to work. There's a satisfaction in a job well done. I worked for my Uncle John Baptiste in my mid-teens. He had a contracting company.
In August at 102f I laid down hot tar on a roof.
300 years later I remember it with the horror one would expect.
It is with that thought I honor the boss of the Korean Worker's Paradise.
...if in fact he dies as millions except #45 so hope.
Hey Sidney... that's a pic of your place? I thought is was a room at the Ritz Carlton ! No Shit ! No wonder the Social Workers jaws drop when they come to see you.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that molding is quite nice. Good thing you have the skills to touch up the plaster. It makes me feel good to be in a clean pleasant space with decent design.
ReplyDeleteLike Mrs. Perez my visiting Nurse said, "...I can walk around your apartment with my eyes closed, and not bump into anything.
ReplyDeleteThis is mostly so...except for the bedroom.
I just never packed it with anything.
When I got the place I imagined I'd lose it, and be houseless again so never filled it.
After a time it was just how I lived.
I like being able to see the baseboards, and floors. In friends places these are buried deep.
I was given a dining room set, ad a bedroom set by my sister for house warming. I never got more...don't need it.
This is why it's so easy to keep clean, and maintained.
I can do an end to end cleaning in minutes. The plastering took all together about 90 minutes...in two parts. Last night, and just now when I got up.
When I drop dead the landlord won't have a problem clearing the place. I've seen both evictions, and families removing goods after a death. Tons, and I mean literally tons of crap.
Americans rich poor or in the shrinking middle like stuff, and lots of it. Everything I own is in 10 boxes,...all the same type, and size...office boxes. I like tidy.
Makes existence somewhat simpler.