Homeless camping

You don't see this in Center Slope.

I've misplaced my camera's battery charger so for now we're stuck with 640x480 pics from a five year old cell phone. Like this one, of a probably homeless guy with a pretty sweet set-up in a little park next to my place. In the mornings he sits on the bench and drinks big cans of beer. Other times he sleeps on the bench (pictured).

His captain's chair and big beers in the daytime always remind me of camping; replace with a campfire the blanket of various items that should probably be burned anyway, add another chair and start throwing a hatchet at trees and you've pretty much got the setup we use.

Hipsters Can't Throw

"Now, Gordon's going to be starting in right field today...and he's a slow runner and a poor thrower...but he's got a heart the size of Texas, damnit."

- Frank DiChristina, my high school baseball coach, addressing the team before a 1994 game

It's true. My late-blooming 17-year old arm left something to be desired on the varsity baseball field. But I am Ichiro Suzuki compared to the other people tossing tennis balls around the dog run here in the South Slope. Stepping with the wrong foot, throwing the ball straight into the ground, awkward sidearms, screwing up aim and accidentally hitting dogs or tossing the ball clear of the premises altogether...these are all standard occurrences at the park. Inside the fences of the dog run, my arm's also the size of a state.

Shelves

This was my Sunday project. Now it is Friday and they are all still up.

Work in Progress

Dining room with curtains installed.

New paint for the Great Wall of China Cabinet to break up the green a little bit.

Roman shades from Lowe's for the studio. At $30 each, about $270 per window less than the custom shade maker quoted me.

Guess who looooves riding the motorcycle?

Guess who looooves looking out the window at the yard?