this is a blog for those of you who like to read about the opening of jelly jars, the removal of mold and mildew and a cat I saw "sleeping" in the middle of the road.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
I am staying in a neighborhood I have deemed Shithole Gardens. It could be called Gardens of Shit, it just depends on how you enter the neighborhood. It is one of those track neighborhoods where our parents moved in and imagined that these pre-fab domiciles were these exotic stylistic homes.
There is one that literaly looks like a pizza hut, one that is a canary yellow dollar store barbie house, there are queen Anne's, those cedear encruted jobs etc.
They were once new and brilliant. The neighborhood was prime real estate and young couples pumped their dollars into the area and their children's laughter filled the back yards and cook outs were held and car doors slammed at 5'ocklock when Dad camne home, and atari games opened on christmas morning and school busses, first kisses, and sneaking out the window. Then comes divorce. Then comes graduation. Then comes disfunction, suicide, debt, and before you know it people are either sticking it out by updating and keeping the lawns green or renting or selling out.
The grass is dying in the backyard where we are and the vines and holly bushes cover the rusted chain link fence. There is a family who live next store of some ethnicity who runs a taxi bussiness from his home. There are six very fine American Cab Company vehicles adorning his property. Two of which you can watch detererorate as my daughter blows bubles on the back patio.
"I work nights, your dogs bark too loud!"
You keep broken down taxis in the back yard. You also have a 100 year old man you hold captive and force to rake everyday despite the fact there are no leaves in your yard.
I don't say any of this.
We live on the street in ShitHole gardens that is on the losing end of this neighborhood's life. Or that is how I am seeing it.
The little Jamacan girl across the street who lives in the nice white house with the big driveway and conversion van, she is probably on the garden end, and when she sees me, she must think:" There goes the neighborhood."
I find that to really clean a tub well, try Bon Amie. I use a toilet brush I bought just for tub scrubbing. If you let it soak in and then clean with small circles you avoid those nasty back aches that come from excessive scrubbing!
There is one that literaly looks like a pizza hut, one that is a canary yellow dollar store barbie house, there are queen Anne's, those cedear encruted jobs etc.
They were once new and brilliant. The neighborhood was prime real estate and young couples pumped their dollars into the area and their children's laughter filled the back yards and cook outs were held and car doors slammed at 5'ocklock when Dad camne home, and atari games opened on christmas morning and school busses, first kisses, and sneaking out the window. Then comes divorce. Then comes graduation. Then comes disfunction, suicide, debt, and before you know it people are either sticking it out by updating and keeping the lawns green or renting or selling out.
The grass is dying in the backyard where we are and the vines and holly bushes cover the rusted chain link fence. There is a family who live next store of some ethnicity who runs a taxi bussiness from his home. There are six very fine American Cab Company vehicles adorning his property. Two of which you can watch detererorate as my daughter blows bubles on the back patio.
"I work nights, your dogs bark too loud!"
You keep broken down taxis in the back yard. You also have a 100 year old man you hold captive and force to rake everyday despite the fact there are no leaves in your yard.
I don't say any of this.
We live on the street in ShitHole gardens that is on the losing end of this neighborhood's life. Or that is how I am seeing it.
The little Jamacan girl across the street who lives in the nice white house with the big driveway and conversion van, she is probably on the garden end, and when she sees me, she must think:" There goes the neighborhood."
I find that to really clean a tub well, try Bon Amie. I use a toilet brush I bought just for tub scrubbing. If you let it soak in and then clean with small circles you avoid those nasty back aches that come from excessive scrubbing!
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