Outside
The two rows of buildings I live in. My apartment is the back right corner. The back left is a lady I always hear call her cats. I guess she is the crazy cat lady of the complex. She’s all like, “get in here now or I’ll leave you out!” around 8 pm. She’s yelling too.
Living Room
The living room. I usually find myself on the love seat and Foresttakes the couch. I always take the loveseat because that has the strongest wireless signal from the nieghbors; thanks. That is a Gadwall over my seat and Forest has a Pintail over his. I sure am glad I learned all the waterfowl in America in FW453 now. The class pays off.
Kitchen
The Kitchen. It is a little small but it gets the job done.
Bedroom
My bedroom! It actually isn’t too small. My closet is about a fourth the size of the room but I only have a suitcase in there. What a waste of space. Ya’ll can’t see a picture of my white wicker chair that I camp out in when I’m writing my daily posts. I feel like I’m 90 years old when I sit in it.
The place looks neat, efficient and easy.
I am impressed with the apartment and especially
that your bed appears to be almost made up….
Sounds like Craig getting “Pud” in at night.
I hate to hear it every night.