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

We got a few days of rain, a big relief, but now I have to figure out when I can mow the grass in back before it reaches knee length.

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

The little pastel house was repainted yet again—whoever's giving the orders didn't like the yellow—and is now white with pale green trim. And it has a porch again: they added a free-standing metal one, with each of its four legs encased in a concrete boot as if it's to be flung into the East River. Unfortunately when it rains again, the water is going to run down the eave over the front room and then down the porch roof and fall in a sheet smack in front of the door.