Light As A Feather
So there's this crack in my dining room ceiling. Well, what would be the dining room if I actually dined in it. Or even used it as a lovely storage space for a table and chairs. And "crack" is being polite. The ceiling has actually bowed a bit in one corner of the room and pulled away from the wall an inch or so.
Did I mention the pigeons? There are pigeons, at least two. There's a nest. I can see a twig and a few feathers.
Spring has apparently taken up residence in my dining room.
We live on the top floor, I see birds hopping from rooftop to rooftop whenever I look out the window. You know, with glass, bricks, and mortar between us.
I've told the landlord about this once before, but I'm not sure it's worth the hassle, to be honest. I really don't want someone in my apartment when I'm not here ripping apart the ceiling, and David and I don't plan on living here too much longer now that the lease is up.
But I have to do something.
In the meantime, I'm keeping a very close eye on Miso. If she burps up a feather, I'll feel fine.
Did I mention the pigeons? There are pigeons, at least two. There's a nest. I can see a twig and a few feathers.
Spring has apparently taken up residence in my dining room.
We live on the top floor, I see birds hopping from rooftop to rooftop whenever I look out the window. You know, with glass, bricks, and mortar between us.
I've told the landlord about this once before, but I'm not sure it's worth the hassle, to be honest. I really don't want someone in my apartment when I'm not here ripping apart the ceiling, and David and I don't plan on living here too much longer now that the lease is up.
But I have to do something.
In the meantime, I'm keeping a very close eye on Miso. If she burps up a feather, I'll feel fine.
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