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[pull back to indulge]

Colder today, and more rainy. I think the high was only about 43˚F, and we're going down to 32˚F tonight. Tomorrow, though, the sun returns, with temperatures back in the mid fifties.

Today, looking to finish some Christmas shopping, Kathryn and I wound up at Brookwood Village. It's not at all the place it once was. At least a third of the stores are empty. It seems even the radical 1997-2001 overhaul into a "lifestyle center" (shudder) couldn't save the place. But there was a line of children, waiting to see a somewhat beleaguered-looking Santa. That was something, at least.

Whatever sadistic, tasteless motherfucker painted the walls (and ceilings!) of this apartment primer grey (or Soviet despair grey) should be beaten to within an inch of their life, then forced to live within the confines of their own light-devouring walls. I swear, the more lights we turn on, the darker it gets.

There was a marvelous flock of cedar waxwings outside our windows today. Lydia was head over heels.

Later Taters,
CRK




12:58 a.m.

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bardello
Dec. 22nd, 2018 05:42 pm (UTC)
words
My advice is not to mention the distant countries you do not know. Besides narrating about Christmas and connected matters you could do without the words speaking rudely of mother. Children do not understand them.
kitmarlowescot2
Dec. 22nd, 2018 09:38 pm (UTC)
Already left this on facebook, but the grey does sorta match Sewlyn's points. Mother also commented that our first siamese matched the rugs and as the cat and the rugs aged and dirtied they also continued to match. Toby was also a blue point :)
Do the cats hate the grey walls as well ?
Also thought your local habitat for humanity restore must have gotten in a lot of grey paint in at the time and that might have been why it ended up all grey maybe by the apartment's owner.
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