Morning

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I like the finches best.  I guess I’m all about the little guy.  I have another bird problem that I need to get suggestions for, but I have to take another picture to explain. I’ll do that later.

So!  What’s up for today?  I’m supposed to go out to Brooklyn to hear music this afternoon, but I have no idea where, and only roughly when. It’s been quite the Brooklyn weekend for me.  I was at a party last night in Willamsburg.  It was at the apartment of an old high school friend’s son and his girlfriend. The sons (she has two) and the girlfriend are all incredibly sweet and charming people.

God I’m tired.  For no good reason really.  For some reason swimming just popped into my head.  I flashed on this image of floating lazily in the water somewhere, then swimming at a I’ve-got-all-the-time-in-the-world pace.  I love swimming and I haven’t gone swimming for real since my twenties.  I had one brief swimming experience not too long ago at the Carmine Street Pool that was not good.  I got out of breath quickly, not surprisingly since I hadn’t been swimming in so long, but it was a public pool and all these people were behind me doing laps so I couldn’t stop or go at whatever pace I wanted.  It was a bit nightmarish.  Plus they make you wear a bathing cap.  The image that flashed in my mind was of someplace Bermuda-ish, it was warm, lush, blue, and I was not out of breath.

Fear Finds a Way

I brooded and brooded and it hit me that if I used a thicker material I might be able to lean out and push some covering in place. So, hanging half out of the window, which was fine because I had no fear of falling that way, and with the help of a sponge mop, I got a shower curtain into place. I had to both roll and push the bricks into the right position. It would have bugged me if they weren’t mostly straight.

Check it out!! Who’s unhandy now?? NOT ME.

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Cleaned Up/Feel Better

I scrubbed down the window sill and I feel a litter better. It even makes the areas I couldn’t reach look not so bad. The white spots left are paint, leftover from God knows when.

The birds still hang around, even though the feeder is empty until morning.

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My Tale of Window Woe or Could I Be Any Less Handy??

The Fix-It Plan

– I bought clear caulk to hold a broken piece of window pane in place because the landlord is never going to fix it.

– I bought corner braces to attach the bottom of the window frame to the sides because it’s falling off. A friend was doing this for me, but we ran out of corner braces so he pre-drilled the holes so I could finish the job myself

– I bought a tarp to put over the fire escape because the birds are making a mess, which is filtering down all the way to the street.

I was all happy when I began because I found bricks to hold the tarp down, and it felt good to find them and save a little $$$.

The Outcome

– I couldn’t figure out how to work the caulking thing.

– My friend only drilled one hole so I couldn’t attach the brace and I managed to make the problem worse in the process.

– I couldn’t put the tarp down because my fear of heights paralyzed me. I had to lean out farther than I thought I would.

I am currently sitting here stewing. I’m contemplating crying. You can see the mess the birds are making in the picture below. Okay, I think I’m going to go for crying.

Stupid window.

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