Barren breathing Bering, the strait or sense of caring, far from even falling on a dear deaf ear. desert brings triumphant, the ant against the elephant, a drip or drop from eloquent anti ocean come ringing through the spheres.
After last month’s swift, well maneuvered dodge to avoid a narrow brush with homelessness, I’ve been trying- (sometimes failing, other times refusing) to settle into my new place-Until this morning’s surprise visit by the city’s building inspector. It wasn’t a surprise to my landlord… it just slipped his mind to mention it to me until 10 minutes before the inspection. “I meant to mention it to you when I installed the smoke alarm…” Thanks, landlord jim!! It appears the building had been previously condemned and it isn’t quite up to spec. The paperwork for condemnation appears to be in the works and landlord jim is trying to cut a deal with the city… sigh. I guess I’ll wait on getting the internet hooked up. In the meantime I’ll still be living squatting at Chez Miserable.