Last night at The Fort

This is my last night at Fort Hill. I feel like I have so much to do but I am at that point where I cannot not really do anything until right before the movers get here. I always want to feel more secure about my organizational skills but I have done this so many times I know it will be fine. I have been living in Roxbury for a little over 2 1/2 years, I have had great landlords and all in all really enjoyed this neighborhood and living alone. I am glad I finally got a chance to do that. It was totally worth it.
There are things I will miss about Fort Hill and things I will not...

Things I will miss:
- Having a park right across from my apt., it has made it so easy with my old lady Ramona. We have been able to enjoy this park at any time of the year

- My friendly neighbors. The folks that live around me have been nothing but friendly, helpful and warm
- The close proximity to the S. End, JP and Brookline
- Having the opportunity to live by myself. It has been great
- My landlords, they have been nothing but responsive and completely generous
- The views of the city from the park, each time I go up there I am amazed about the view, it is quite special
- Forth of July fireworks, for three years I got to walk out my door and see a great show. I am glad I could share that with friends
- Most importantly I think Mel, Myself, HC and Ramona will miss my deck. We have had so many great times out there just relaxing, entertaining, eat, reading, enjoying the crazy stuff our domestics do, and almost being killed by spiders


Things I will not miss:
- The reality of living in a city. All tires stolen. Blurg
- Living in a garden level apt means, you might have mice
- Living in a quiet residential neighborhood means not really being able to walk to coffee shops, bars, markets etc
- People who consistently start their laundry but never seem to finish with in 24 hours. There are 3 other apts in the building. World does not revolve around you
- Living across dog park means having to deal with bad dog owners, aggressive dogs off leash, not cleaning up after dogs, untrained crazy dogs, you get the picture

All in all this 'hood has been good to me, I have made some great memories and I will miss the people, the history, and the lovely Fort. It really is a hidden gem in this city, one that more and more people are discovering. However, I am ready for the next chapter and really excited about my new neighborhood and moving in with the LF. We are more then ready.

Never suprised, always amused

These days when I walk into my apartment I never know what I am going to find. With a geriatric, incontinent dog(Ramona) and a crazy cat(HC) it really could be anything. Lately, they both have been acting weird. I think the heat is getting to them. HC has been continuously walking up to Ramona and doing 1 of 3 things: head butts, licks or bites. Ramona finally got sick of never knowing what she was going to get and barked at him the other day. Usually she just lays there and takes it.
Then on one of our really hot nights I was sitting on the couch sweating and HC saunters in through the doggie door and I look over and see this:
They are killing me.
One day last week, Ramona was too hot to eat so I put her food down on the ground figuring when she gets hungry she will eat. I look over and see this:

WTF?!? That cat is just plain crazy and I think he thinks he is a dog. That is prescription food for chrissakes. Ramona just watched from other side of kitchen. What a push over.

So today Mel, Myself and Mel's friend Monica from NOHO were out and about and got caught in the deluge in JP center. We waited under the awning at Blanchard's for a good 15 minutes for it to stop.
When it finally slowed down I ran to my car to pick the ladies up. Of course I got soaked, proven by my flat hair.
Anyway, I digress. After that adventure I get home and my really smart dog decided she did not want to come in the house from the deck when the rainstorm hit. Instead she slept through the whole thing OUTSIDE!!!
Appearently she thought this table was going to keep her dry. Of course, guess where HC was the whole time.
So who is the smarter animal? So of course Ramona decides now that she is soaking wet it is time to come in the house and rub up against all the furniture and drip everywhere. HC and I had to towel her off.

This of course caused an impromptu load of laundry and for some reason any chance he gets, HC tries to leave and explore the basement.
I know one day I am going to close the door after he sneaks by me and leave him out there.
Apparently the opportunity to go outside at any time through the doggie door is not enough for him. Never surprised, always amused.