livin' in the city. The back of my neck's getting good and really tired of climbing all these damn steps. This stairway could be the legendary one to heaven. I swear. I am a country girl who is accustomed to traipsing up and down stairs only when the laundry needs to be done or I am hiding out from a tornado.
So, anyway, it is right smack downtown. Which means that there is not any overnight parking and the daytime parking is fifty cents per hour. In this block there is not even an alley behind the building. In the front door on one Avenue and out the backdoor directly onto the sidewalk of the parallel street. Alrighty, there is overnight and probably even daytime parking, but it is all rented by the regular residents and businesses here, with none left over for transients like me. The woman for whom I am cat sitting does rent/own such a space, but her vehicle is in it whilst she is out having fun somewhere.
I did find a municipal parking lot a few blocks away, and when I pulled in, there was a police car sitting there with quite the lovely and comely officer. He assured me that the lot was exactly the perfect place for me and that it was safe and my car would still be there tomorrow because they all (the other various degrees of lovely and just plain cute officers) park their cars there and everyone knows to leave the vehicles there alone and unmolested.
It took me fifteen minutes to walk back here and I can now stop worrying my pretty little head about this and get down to some serious movie watching, cheese popcorn eating and cat petting.
Oh, and the best part of this whole experience that is chock-full of the best of experiences is that I get to play music if I want, or cook what I want and do any darn thing I can think of doing.
Sometimes life sends you a break from reality. Thank you, dear, sweet, kind and loving Universe.
I really should have thought of this before last night.
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