D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Two tall Victorian houses in the historic district in San Jose, both painted green. One had been divided, apparently into studios, and burned over a year ago, but the plaque is still by the front door (1886) and the roof has been reconstructed and the shell repainted a slightly paler shade and they are rebuilding the interior while the rose bushes in the front yard go wild. The other, with fewer floors and a splendid polished wood door, a garden apartment tucked discreetly behind it across a tree-shaded flagged yard, had had the center windows on the side where the staircase is modified so that there was now a tall, thin modern window shooting up to the roof. It went into foreclosure, then was apparently bought, then nothing happened ... a vehicle appeared blocking the driveway, and the windows got broken one by one. Now they are demolishing at the back, there is the usual detritus of mattresses, clothes, and cans indicating the homeless were camping there, and the new window has been ripped out and framing is going on behind the gash. I think it's on its way to becoming a rookery as the other one was.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Bear has continued to steal the housemate's dog's puzzle kong. It keeps appearing in my bed, together with his.

Summer picspam: somebody's garden

( presumably hyoooge again )