I have sorely neglected this poor blog, but to tell you the truth, I kind of don't care. I say that only to be totally honest. And I kind of do care. Previously I may have mentioned that I wonder if each creative genre, or type, such as writing, photography, music, all utilize different parts of the brain, and all these various creative outlets compete with each other for blood flow. I am not actually that old, but maybe I don't have that much blood flow to spare nowadays.
I think it's been a pretty eventful year, for all I have complained about boredom. I got out of suburbia a year ago--it was December--and moved here to the edge of Midtown (every city has a Midtown, right? It is that treeless area buffering the suburbs from the urban core, where tattooed, financially disenfranchised Millennials drive older cars with no insurance, and each having somewhere between zero and one-and-a-half jobs and who eat breakfast in the parking lots of gas station convenience stores.) So, yeah, I'm on the edge of that, and after a year, the suburbs still look kind of boring and dismal, and downtown begins to look pretty good.
I'm moving again, as I have said. Downtown, sort of. I found a loft on the top floor of an old metal company warehouse that overlooks the Missouri River, across the street from the end of the street car line. Now, I'm only on the 5th floor, so it's not a truly spectacular view, but it is superior to the view I have at the old place, which is of the side of a building identical to mine about fifteen feet away.
I move next week. I have packed everything in boxes except what I need to live for the next week. Many of the boxes are still unpacked from the last very recent move. This might be a new record for me for the shortest duration occupancy of an apartment. Seems like I'm usually good for about two years.
My two previous cats, Uma and L-Bot, have been given to new homes. I miss them and the only thing that makes me feel better about that is they probably don't miss me--I'm confident that they just kept on being cats, which is a good thing. I think I am better off not taking the Claritin for my cat allergy.
So that's it in a nutshell.
I've missed your bloggery! Good luck with the move. The new place sounds interesting. Yes, cats will cat... glad your allergies have cleared up.
ReplyDeleteWow. Sounds like a great place, downtown, river view and all. I assume it's also closer to your favorite coffee shop.
ReplyDeleteGoddammit I only come here when Asha updates her blog which is... ha ha ha, uhhahahahaha, HAR HAR HA... *snort gasp choke*. So anyway, moving dt to a loft is really cool, man, I like it very much. That would be a dream o' mine someday but first we have to eliminate the 'burban house which is in talks.
ReplyDeleteWell, as to the view and all, it's very industrial, you might say. But also, in that curious way, very quiet. (The loft itself isn't very big, by the way--but then it doesn't need to be.) The whole area, the old "River Quay" area, where the City Market has been for many, many decades, is a little pocket, isolated from the actual downtown in a couple of ways, sandwiched between the Interstate loop and the Missouri River, and a couple of highways to the east and west, so it has its own vibe. And, yes! I am across the street from the street car stop at the very end of the loop, and also from the coffeehouse. Best of luck to you in marketing your house. You already know I agree it's a good idea, once that time has come.
ReplyDeleteDang, I googled "river quay" and there is some serious mob history there, car bombs and shotguns and dead guys stuffed into car trunks, pretty much everything you could ask for. Some interesting ghosts you got for neighbors there. Sure it's "city market" now, but thanks for giving it its proper context. Great that it's on the streetcar route, that's essential. I really dislike having to drive and that's part of the reason for a move, definitely part of it.
ReplyDeleteInterstingly, the guy who was stuffed into his trunk was found tied up and with several stab wounds. The police ruled it a suicide.
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhhh . . . America.
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