Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

crimson blossoms

Staying awake for over twenty-four hours and having been outside for part of that time left me completely drained yesterday. I couldn't resist being outside though. The day was close to perfect with very little wind and just enough sun to keep me warm.

When I got home from visiting my parents, I was on the edge of exhaustion and crossed over into the land of dreams with no effort. Unfortunately my downstairs neighbors tore me from my sleep with their usual Monday morning antics. One would think that they could shut a door without slamming it.

As paranoid as it may sound, I just can't shake the feeling that I am being sold out. The current owners have made it quite clear that my concerns do not matter to them and ever since the trepassing incident happened, I try to have as little contact with them as possible. I simply do not trust them and stayed home for the inspection this morning. All that I want is be able to stay here one more year so that I can save enough for a house of my own next year.

Muted April sunshine fell on me this afternoon as I sat outside listening to the sounds of the neighborhood. Various birds could be heard, but weren't easily seen. Someone bounced a basketball a few houses down the block while another neighbor did repair work on his roof. All of this blended together with the hum of passing cars filling in the gaps.

Leaves are still a few weeks away as gold and crimson blossoms grace the red maple in my backyard. Most of this is new for me here, because I spent last spring and summer over at my girlfriend's place.

 
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