"Water Damage"

The Contractors are here banging the hell out of my digs. See left as they cut new blocks for my bathroom wall. Swell guys. Russians, and Haitians. I loves New York! The latest drama is that two main lines cracked in this 114 year old, I think, building. I 'm guessing the lines went in during the 1960's sometime. Anyway they went. A lot of water damage in my bathroom, and kitchen...the cabinets are half down.

This is a 3 year long saga.  Many smaller disasters leading to this. It finally got so bad that major work 'had' to be done. Btw one contractor asked if I had just moved in? I had to laugh. This is because my digs are fairly empty now.

I've never had much here.

Since early summer I've been taken with winnowing things down even more. I've emptied my kitchen totally. Nothing there, but the fridge, and stove. That whole world that used to live around, and on my fridge,...buttons posters toys notes...all gone. See image of former inhabitants below.

Being an Artist Commie Queer dangerous type I couldn't help it. I 'had' to put shit up. However now all the magnets cards sheets of notes stuff, and toys on, and around are gone. Part of it is I think a notion given all my health crap that it may be "closing time" soon. They told me all that Diabetes stuff is taking 10 years off my life span,...then they tells me them operations they were so eager to do will "save my immediate life", but "shorten" my life span.

What?!

So I don't want a lot of weird stuff around for the family to deal with. You know the scene, "Oh my gawd!!! Look at what that maniac has in 'this' box!!" "Back Door Daddy!" volumes one to fifty eight. "...Illustrated!!!" That's one notion. The other is I'm just happier in an uncluttered space. ...always was.

Hey I'm fine, and I'm getting a new bathroom, and kitchen,...win win.