Photo by myself in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
Some wry commentary outside one of many, many developer buildings going up in Brooklyn.
There are several construction sites in my neighborhood alone in Park Slope. Some projects seem to be stalled, but most seem to be moving forward.
These condos and co-ops replace single family and older rental buildings. 99-cent stores are replaced by nail salons, which are then replaced by delis, then gourmet bakeries. That's the way it goes.
You have to wonder though whether affordable housing for the not-so-well-off is going up anywhere. Not that I know of in my area.
Not much to report here, except that the cat and I have been doing some serious lolling about. It's hard to determine which of us is more lazy.
With the chicken pox, I've gotten through the white dot stage to the pink dot stage to the purple dot stage. All of it very tiresome and uncomfy, and without a shred of hunger. There are times when my stomach growls and hurts, telling my little brain that I should eat, but I have zero appetite. (A blessing in disguise, this illness!)
Thanks so much to all for your well wishes. It truly means a great deal, and reminds me that we should all take thanks for our good health when we have it. When we're not feeling well, the world as we know it is a different place.
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