Sunday Morning

Yesterday Rose drove up from West Warwick just as the sky was darkening. She looked happy and beautiful. I had just baked a batch of wine biscuits for the occasion. Rose and Bill and I sat in the kitchen and listened to each others stories as the thunder and lightning storm passed over us. We drank tea and nibbled on wine biscuits carrots and peanut butter on little rounds of my bread toasted. She told us about a yoga and running class in Colt State Park Saturdays. She has built an amazing life in RI in a very short time. Bravo Rose!

This morning new neighbors are moving in next door on the first floor. I am excited. It is sad though that they rented an apartment with broken windows. The front windows have a large hole in the window the size of fist, the back window has a BB gun hole. This is the slumlord's legacy. He expects his money on time but doesn't live up to minimum housing his part of the bargain. Many tenants are good but the bad apples have caused unbelievable trouble for the good tenants. This is how a neighborhood is destroyed. It's finally catching up with him and he is forced to sell the property. There's a special place in hell for slumlords.

The forecast is over 90 degrees today and humid as hell. Refrigerate lots of water in mason jars and make iced coffee. I hose off my head every ten minutes and swim in the neighborhood pool.