An End to the Whining

Okay, so I'll quit complaining about the tiny renovation. It's not like anyone forced me to do this. Plus, it's darned therapeutic so I'll quit whining. Maybe it's time to sit down and appreciate the lovely rays of sun pouring through the windows.


Then again, maybe it's the fumes and it's time to step outside.


This is a view of the tiny apt from the tiny backyard. The oddly shaped structure with the two windows happens to be my kitchen. The front door to my tiny apt is directly under the balcony thingy. Up above resides the lovely Miss S. whom I have not met. Behind that tiny oval window lives Mr. B, the outdoorsy electrician who owns a grill. Mr. D lives in the lower front apt. He keeps the pigeon and squirrel population well fed.
To my right, live an genuine hippy couple. As I mentioned, their happy dog wears a t-shirt and I don't yet know the story behind that but I plan on finding out. They tend a lovely little garden that I get to gaze upon while enjoying my morning coffee. Here is a view of it from the alley looking toward the tiny apt.