Tag Archives: apartment

Deja vu

This couch is sitting in the trash outside my building.

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It looks just like the couch I bought for my very first apartment way back in…well, no need getting distracted by dates.

One thing is for sure — it’s timeless.

Ugly then, ugly now.

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Fly away

I used to think, incorrectly,  that the common housefly lives less than a week.

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Thanks to the Google machine, I have since learned that a fly can live 15+ days in the wild, and 30 days in optimal conditions.

What are optimal conditions?

The temps available in your home. Or, I should say, my home.

I have had a fly buzzing around my apartment for almost a week. He only reveals himself once or twice a day.

I haven’t been able to swat him, and I haven’t been able to get him to go out the door.

And really, why would he?

He’s got it made here.

Home on the range

I had never watched HGTV until a recent trip to Lexington, Kentucky. After a weekend with my friends Vikki and Ella, I was hooked, and now HGTV is the official background noise in my apartment.

Sorry, Food Network. You’ve been replaced.

love it or list itA show that I now see a bit too often is Love It or List It.

A realtor and a home designer vie to fix the problems of a homeowner.

The realtor looks for a suitable new purchase. The home designer rehabs the current house on a set budget.  At the end of the program, the homeowners to have decide to “love it or list it.”

Way too often the owners keep the current house even though the designer wasn’t able to fix their problems, and the realtor found a home that met all their list of must-haves.

Why can’t people leave their trouble-filled homes?  Is it inertia?  Nostalgia for four walls with a roof?

I just don’t get it.

I have lived in nine different places since I moved out on my own, three of which I have owned, and I never shed a tear when I moved on to the next one…especially if the new place better met my needs.

Am I heartless?  Hopeless?

List it, baby, list it.

 

Electric

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Rory and I were walking to Central Park this morning when we encountered this construction site on the ’30 Rock Block’ (where they used to shoot the exterior of Tina Fey’s apartment).

The hand-lettered sign reads

DANGER
C. M.

Is this a thing?

Even with the additional clue of the Con
Ed truck, I don’t know what that means.

Construction Mess?
Currency Manipulation?
Crystal Meth?

Sorry…too much Breaking Bad.

Any ideas?

Hello stranger

It’s Friday night, and I am parked on the couch.

There’s no place I’d rather be.

nyc montageIt feels like I have spent the past two months on the road.

A week in Japan.

A long weekend in Kentucky.

Another week in Boston with Rory Dog.

Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed all my trips, even the days and nights when I had to work. But I have missed my apartment and my adopted hometown.

When I moved to New York City eight years ago, I wanted to live in my favorite place to visit.

Time to play tourist right here at home!

Creature feature

I have a home office, and often keep the TV on for a little background noise in the apartment.

This afternoon I am working on the couch in front of the TV.  The sound is down low, so it’s more of a pleasant hum than a distraction.

But then this image filled the screen during a commercial break —

natalie portman black swan

Geez oh pete, HBO…don’t throw around the Black Swan willy-nilly.

That’s some seriously scary shit.

Truth in advertising

I recently ordered new chairs for the dining nook of my apartment. When they arrived, I had to perform minimal assembly — attaching the wooden legs and adding some bolts under the seat for extra support.

Now, I’ve assembled a lot of furniture in my day. The packaging and instruction sheet typically leave a lot to be desired.

This one got it right.

The instructions were clear, concise and included an illustration for every step. Most importantly, the teeny tiny parts were clearly labeled and packaged together.

No searching through the box for tiny bags. No trying to match bolts to numbers or hard-to-read graphics.

Easy peasy.

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So that promised ten-minute job?

It actually took ten minutes.  (Maybe less.)