hasn’t improved much. It’s cooler but the humidity is still with us. Note to self….. Live in the desert or an arid climate next time. I don’t know why anyone would live here in New York voluntarily if they had a choice. The weather sucks most of the time. September is supposed to be the best time of the year, but half way through it, it’s still unbearable. It’s Sept 11 today. I don’t know if anyone cares any more. Since I have a total media blackout, I don’t know for sure. I’m still puzzled why if Arab nationals flew those planes into buildings, we had to go to war with Iraq. Dick Cheney could probably tell us. The whole thing was insane, but you also have to remember that for me it was barely six months after arriving here from Australia, that this occurred. Welcome to your new home, now it’s under attack.
Hell looks like this.
Enough of the maudlin, I’ve got things to do. I had to patch up the roof on Saturday because it has been so hot that the tar up there melted a tiny hole, enough for water to find its way in. The roof is mostly ok, but their are problem areas where it slopes down to the edges, and water tends to pool there from time to time. The weather is so nasty here that it destroys everything. We didn’t really need 9 -11 because if we’d waited long enough the fucking weather extremes in this place would have brought those buildings down eventually, without any help from terrorists. I had a flag on the roof (I’ve had several) and after about six months they eventually become shredded into oblivion. It’s like the surface of Mars up there. Nothing can survive. When I was fixing the hole on Saturday, I saw that my reasonably sturdy flag pole which had been anchored in a heavy cinder block, had been torn out and flung about ten feet away by the wind. Note to self..Do never buy a house more than 50 years old.
In Brooklyn on a nice day, the ice-cream man sees the hot chick crossing the road.
It’s not just the old house, it’s the idiots who inhabit these places. This is an historical district, and you can’t do anything to your property without running it past a group of clowns who think they have a right to tell you how to live. If you want a fence, you need to spend money to have it “approved”. Fuck that. I’ve also had people from the local historical society tell me that I’m not maintaining my house properly, and that there are too many trees, or “junk trees” that shouldn’t be there. These “racist towards trees” nincompoops should mind their own fucking business. I like trees. They keep the place cool in summer. This is 47,000 square foot brick oven when it gets hot, they don’t have to fucking live here, I do.
This could have been my street. I wasn’t exaggerating.
Anyhow, it’s Monday. The weather sucks like a hooker with a tattoo of a scorpion on her arm, on a humid afternoon in the front seat of a Chevy Malibu,. We all think we’re having a good time, but we’ll be glad to when it’s over. If we get as much snow as there has been rain this year, it’s going to rival the great snowstorms of 2011 and 2013. I can’t remember which one it was, but I walked out into the street the morning after, and it looked like an ice age had descended on the town. It was bizarre. It still took me about seven more years to finally give in and buy a proper snow blower though. It’s been sitting inside not doing much for about the last four years. Even though it’s self propelled and easy to use, I don’t really want to be doing too much with it again this year. Of course if man made global warming was real, and not a gigantic hoax, scam and money grabbing scheme, the climate here might eventually get warmer, which would be better in every way, but it’s not.