Cabinets and Geometry

The day started off slow. Skipped breakfast to get an extra hour of sleep, as usual. It's nice to live above the place you work, even if it is just and empty room with no running water and a hole in the wall for a window.

I found out that taking cabinets to the third floor of old brownstones in Park Slope isn't as easy as one might think. I also learned that buildings older than 60 sag in the center of the room and pull the walls with them. It's kind of like humans over 60.

The big talk of 7th Ave is how the Starbucks might be leaving. Of course there is another one three blocks down.

St. John's street is full of babies and mothers.

Dropped by the Mexican place on Prospect Park West with the giant sombrero over it's entrance after work. I picked up the biggest burrito I've yet seen and walked the three more blocks to Prospect Park to sit with Foxy and watch the attempts of Brooklynites at exercise and socializing through their dog. I love living so close the park. It makes me want to play baseball, football, Frisbee, and whatever else everyone is playing. To many of my friends feel like they need to plan to play sports. Whatever happened to the days of ringing your friends after work to meet for a game of ball? I think most people are simply lazy and want and excuse to say no. I might be included in that group from time to time.

I feel bad for the stray cat, whom I've nicknamed Trinity for the three small dots on her chin. I sneak her in each night and give her food, but tonight she is going with out because I've run out of cat food. I hope she likes my left over sandwich.