Not much is happening. Did my laundry. There was graffiti in the dirty laundry room that read "beware of Harry" but the "e" in beware was first written as an "a" so I wonder what language that might be from. And who is Harry? Haven't met him yet, but I think I will be wary of him if I do.
More from the Mark saga. Currently there are a couple kids on the street calling out for Mark, and he is apparently not answering.
I also noticed that below the window that he was hanging out from the last time say him was a awning that was intake, but now looks like something fell through it. Snow? Mark? or something Mark throw out the window?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
January 21 - another f-ing snow day
Remember Mark, who the EMT guys told him not to jump (out the window). When I was moving more of my stuff in, he was hanging out the window, talking to me. Not a big window like I have, but a smaller window. His apartment seems to only have to small windows. And they are positioned about 15 feet above the sidewalk. I am having a hard time guessing what position he was in when the EMT guys were here, it looks pretty hard to jump out those windows. Or to make it look to a bystander that you might be thinking about jumping out the window. I suppose another reason the EMT guys left is because if he did jump, he would only fall 15 feet. Break a bone maybe, and then they could take him to the hospital for real.
I finally have a table and the food from my old house. The area rug that I got for my old place, doesn't match the new place, so I rolled it up and brought it downstairs and put a free sign on it. Even drew a smiley face. I got the table top into the apartment. I thought that the legs to the table would be safe - across the room from the rug with the free sticker on it. One last run to the car and I came back and a guy was checking out my rug. And he had one table leg in his hand. Was he planning on taking just one table leg? Ummm.... you can have the rug, but the table legs are for the table I have upstairs..... Find out he is my loud TV neighbor.
My table now stands in front of one of those big windows and FuFu and Teala's cage fits neatly underneath.
I also bought a shower curtain rod. Didn't want to go to the gym just to exercise so I had the excuse of using their gym. And I got some contact paper. This will go under the condom pile sink. I think that contact paper will probably keep biohazards away from things like my extra soap and toilet paper.
Hopefully my mover isn't still broken tomorrow - I want to grab my bed. Sleeping on the floor is fun and all. But I am feeling pretty fancy here with a table, can't let one room have all the good stuff.
I finally have a table and the food from my old house. The area rug that I got for my old place, doesn't match the new place, so I rolled it up and brought it downstairs and put a free sign on it. Even drew a smiley face. I got the table top into the apartment. I thought that the legs to the table would be safe - across the room from the rug with the free sticker on it. One last run to the car and I came back and a guy was checking out my rug. And he had one table leg in his hand. Was he planning on taking just one table leg? Ummm.... you can have the rug, but the table legs are for the table I have upstairs..... Find out he is my loud TV neighbor.
My table now stands in front of one of those big windows and FuFu and Teala's cage fits neatly underneath.
I also bought a shower curtain rod. Didn't want to go to the gym just to exercise so I had the excuse of using their gym. And I got some contact paper. This will go under the condom pile sink. I think that contact paper will probably keep biohazards away from things like my extra soap and toilet paper.
Hopefully my mover isn't still broken tomorrow - I want to grab my bed. Sleeping on the floor is fun and all. But I am feeling pretty fancy here with a table, can't let one room have all the good stuff.
January 20
Met the "I like to play crappy hip hop music really loud at 3:30am in the morning" guy. I was totally expecting to meet a 20 something hoodlum. I mean, who else would be partying hard on a Monday night, when most respectable people have to wake up in the morning and go to their jobs? Instead, I find that he is an overweight 40 to 50 year old white guy. Always surprises here in the Dirty Derb.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
January 18, Tuesday. Another snow day.
Woke up naturally. Neighbors are still partying. Cocaine? It is light enough outside and I feel rested enough that I figure it is probably 5am. I have been known to wake up before my alarm clock. Lay around for a while waiting for my alarm to go off. When it doesn't, I reach for my phone and find out it is 2am. And they are still talking about nothing - VERY LOUDLY. ugh.
I get up and get some red wine and play on the computer. at about 3am they start playing music. At first I like the music. It is somewhat arabic, then change of songs and it is hip hop. Run of the mill, radio stuff. loudly. Then it stops around 3:30am. And it is quiet. Then I hear loud goodbyes and see you laters etc in the hallway. I guess the other man also lives in this apartment.
At 4am I am ready for bed again. Plow trucks are making so many runs past this place. It must be a mess out there. I am hoping for a delayed opening. I need to get some sleep.
5:30 first alarm goes off. then the 5:45 alarm goes off. I wait until 6:00, no text message or phone call from my school telling me there will be a delay. I guess I am going to school today. set my alarm for 6:20. Still no phone call or text. I get up and check NBC school closings and my school is listed. But now I am awake. I decide to go back to bed. Then at 7:07am I get the text. I wonder why it was so late today. Normally I am already in school by that time.
Put all of my books on top of the kitchen cabinets. Saves space and keep the bunnies from eating them. I think it looks kind of nice.
Maybe today I will explore and see what the laundry facilities are like.
I get up and get some red wine and play on the computer. at about 3am they start playing music. At first I like the music. It is somewhat arabic, then change of songs and it is hip hop. Run of the mill, radio stuff. loudly. Then it stops around 3:30am. And it is quiet. Then I hear loud goodbyes and see you laters etc in the hallway. I guess the other man also lives in this apartment.
At 4am I am ready for bed again. Plow trucks are making so many runs past this place. It must be a mess out there. I am hoping for a delayed opening. I need to get some sleep.
5:30 first alarm goes off. then the 5:45 alarm goes off. I wait until 6:00, no text message or phone call from my school telling me there will be a delay. I guess I am going to school today. set my alarm for 6:20. Still no phone call or text. I get up and check NBC school closings and my school is listed. But now I am awake. I decide to go back to bed. Then at 7:07am I get the text. I wonder why it was so late today. Normally I am already in school by that time.
Put all of my books on top of the kitchen cabinets. Saves space and keep the bunnies from eating them. I think it looks kind of nice.
Maybe today I will explore and see what the laundry facilities are like.
January 17, Martin Luther King day, Monday
Went to the gym. Took a nice clean shower there. I am going to try not to shower in this apartment. And besides, when the last person moved out, the apparently took the shower rod with them.
Took a nap in the afternoon, woke up to someone yelling on the sidewalk outside, asking if Mark was feeling okay, if he was alright. Didn't hear the response. Then sirens. An ambulance pulls up and the EMT guys hop out and are yelling up to Mark. "Mark, do you want to go to the hospital?" "Do you want to go to the hospital" "No, don't jump" "Do you want to go to the hospital?" Then more EMT people showed up. "You don't want to go to the hospital?" "Okay, then. Don't jump!" and then they left. I am assuming that they know Mark, as they knew his name and knew he had a cat. And why would they leave a man that I assume is standing in his window if it was their first time meeting him. I will assume it is the Mark I met yesterday, because the name is the same and he was on the right floor.
Loud knock on the door. The maintenance guy comes in to check out the toilet, which has stopped leaking. I show him the condoms under the sink. And I laugh about dirty Derby. I am not sure if he thought that was funny. Probably not. When he is leaving he has the condoms and the empty toilet paper tube that I used to poke the condoms with. He tells me that it is a glove. Sure.....
Cleaned up the rabbit litter boxes. Wanted to explore the other exit, as I assumed that it would be closer to the dumpster. The stair well was covered in graffiti from 2005. And only 2005, but I didn't stop to read all of it. There is a lot of love in this building. Got down to the first floor. Read a sign on the exit saying something like, don't use this door. Police will take notice. Under survailance. Then someone wrote a long quote - something about God. Again, didn't read it. Maybe I'll post the graffiti blog on a day when not much else is happening.
So I tried to open the other exit door, and I can't. either it is blocked off or no one cleared the snow on the other side. That is a code violation. If the place were to catch on fire, I like to know there are two exits to choose from. I need to call the landlord about that.
Came back from getting a pizza from down the street. They sell large pies for $7 on Mondays. And smelled pot coming from the loud TV apartment. Ate the pizza, hung up curtains. Mystery neighbor is home. with a friend. Loudly. I guess their living room is right next to my bedroom. Lots of chopping noises and the sound of glass being tapped out. It is 10pm and I need to sleep so I can get up in the morning. It sounds like they are going to be partying for a while. Listening to their conversation, I wonder why I am not very good at the small talk. How can anyone have a conversation about buying a large box of chicken for more than ten minutes? Maybe it is all the profanities thrown in there that makes the small talk last longer.
Tired enough to sleep. Leila was right, I need to get earplugs. Maybe a white noise machine.
Took a nap in the afternoon, woke up to someone yelling on the sidewalk outside, asking if Mark was feeling okay, if he was alright. Didn't hear the response. Then sirens. An ambulance pulls up and the EMT guys hop out and are yelling up to Mark. "Mark, do you want to go to the hospital?" "Do you want to go to the hospital" "No, don't jump" "Do you want to go to the hospital?" Then more EMT people showed up. "You don't want to go to the hospital?" "Okay, then. Don't jump!" and then they left. I am assuming that they know Mark, as they knew his name and knew he had a cat. And why would they leave a man that I assume is standing in his window if it was their first time meeting him. I will assume it is the Mark I met yesterday, because the name is the same and he was on the right floor.
Loud knock on the door. The maintenance guy comes in to check out the toilet, which has stopped leaking. I show him the condoms under the sink. And I laugh about dirty Derby. I am not sure if he thought that was funny. Probably not. When he is leaving he has the condoms and the empty toilet paper tube that I used to poke the condoms with. He tells me that it is a glove. Sure.....
Cleaned up the rabbit litter boxes. Wanted to explore the other exit, as I assumed that it would be closer to the dumpster. The stair well was covered in graffiti from 2005. And only 2005, but I didn't stop to read all of it. There is a lot of love in this building. Got down to the first floor. Read a sign on the exit saying something like, don't use this door. Police will take notice. Under survailance. Then someone wrote a long quote - something about God. Again, didn't read it. Maybe I'll post the graffiti blog on a day when not much else is happening.
So I tried to open the other exit door, and I can't. either it is blocked off or no one cleared the snow on the other side. That is a code violation. If the place were to catch on fire, I like to know there are two exits to choose from. I need to call the landlord about that.
Came back from getting a pizza from down the street. They sell large pies for $7 on Mondays. And smelled pot coming from the loud TV apartment. Ate the pizza, hung up curtains. Mystery neighbor is home. with a friend. Loudly. I guess their living room is right next to my bedroom. Lots of chopping noises and the sound of glass being tapped out. It is 10pm and I need to sleep so I can get up in the morning. It sounds like they are going to be partying for a while. Listening to their conversation, I wonder why I am not very good at the small talk. How can anyone have a conversation about buying a large box of chicken for more than ten minutes? Maybe it is all the profanities thrown in there that makes the small talk last longer.
Tired enough to sleep. Leila was right, I need to get earplugs. Maybe a white noise machine.
January 16, Sunday.
Woke up to a parking ticket on my car. Asked a guy on the street if I wasn't supposed to park there. Apparently there is a even-odd parking deal in Derby. There wasn't a sign saying I couldn't park there.... And there were other cars there when I left it. $10 won't break the bank.
Met some of my neighbors on the floor below mine. I met Mark, who retired at 52 and is missing his front teeth. He was smoking in the stairwell next to the no smoking sign. He said if I ever needed anything I could see him, or if I just didn't feel like leaving the apartment building, I could visit him. He thought that I looked like I was a college graduate. Yes I am. He said it was because I looked intellegent. okay. I told him I had to go because I was meeting friends in New Haven. He said I looked like someone from New Haven.
I also met a morbidly obese woman who was blocking my path down the staircase. She had to hold onto the rail to stand up. I forgot her name, but she introduced me to another woman, Dee Dee, who was her case manager. Dee Dee and I left the apartment building at the same time. I didn't talk to her, because I couldn't figure out what to say to my neighbor's case manager.
Met some of my neighbors on the floor below mine. I met Mark, who retired at 52 and is missing his front teeth. He was smoking in the stairwell next to the no smoking sign. He said if I ever needed anything I could see him, or if I just didn't feel like leaving the apartment building, I could visit him. He thought that I looked like I was a college graduate. Yes I am. He said it was because I looked intellegent. okay. I told him I had to go because I was meeting friends in New Haven. He said I looked like someone from New Haven.
I also met a morbidly obese woman who was blocking my path down the staircase. She had to hold onto the rail to stand up. I forgot her name, but she introduced me to another woman, Dee Dee, who was her case manager. Dee Dee and I left the apartment building at the same time. I didn't talk to her, because I couldn't figure out what to say to my neighbor's case manager.
January 15, 2010. Move in Day
Moved into the Dirty Derby.
One neighbor has a yappy little dog, the another watches TV way too loud. I can handle this. Toilet bowl was empty, so I turned on the water and flushed. Then water started leaking out of the top part.
Found a pile of stretched out condoms under the sink. And no, it wasn't a latex glove, I poked at it with the empty toilet paper tube also left in the apartment.
One neighbor has a yappy little dog, the another watches TV way too loud. I can handle this. Toilet bowl was empty, so I turned on the water and flushed. Then water started leaking out of the top part.
Found a pile of stretched out condoms under the sink. And no, it wasn't a latex glove, I poked at it with the empty toilet paper tube also left in the apartment.
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