Rain day
Thursday, 3 February 2022
More That Corner news: those excavators seemed like birds watching over their nest, the deep square-cornered excavation under the steel plate. And another wrapped-up-against-the-elements jacketed pump.
Musings
Rat-a…quiet (repeat)
Wednesday, 2 February 2022
I discovered that this afternoon the work-folk had moved their destruction locus to the front of the fire-station. I was lucky in that the machine operator was taking a break, and I passed by enjoying blissful silence. I never quite understood the function of this little porch that was either too hot or too cold to sit on. And the wee step, in today’s world, might be considered dangerous and a boundary to access (not axis—doncha love homonyms). Looks like it’ll be gone…very soon.
Rat-a-tatt-tatt-tatt (repeat)
Tuesday, 1 February 2022
A different construction site: rehab in a nearby firehouse and its back parking lot. I wonder what furniture etc is stashed in the storage containers…bunk beds?
What’s my line?
Sunday, 30 January 2022
I had an out-of-focus photo of a ho-hum dan-dee-lion, and the Guru gave me this pretty, which is a FAR better choice for presentation.
Besides, I am distracted trying to learn about microglia, as I happened upon two rather different articles about them. As I pondered what I could fathom from them, I concluded that their function is super important, but what I didn’t get was the proper care and feeding of microglia.
Title doesn’t quite fit. Humor me.
A mystery (again)
Friday, 28 January 2022
Update on the Green Pump Corner: they’ve moved the pump aside to excavate a giant rectangular hole.
And down the side street is another Green Pump. And a truck with a large tank arriving to…take liquid away? Bring in new liquid?
Oh, and my weather prediction fact yesterday was wrong, false, incorrect: the 20° overnights begin tonight, that is: Saturday, Sunday, and Monday mornings—big brrrrr!
Old new friend
Wednesday, 26 January 2022
Today was the fourth consecutive day that I managed to attain a split (mile) at faster than 18 minutes. That’s a good pace for my recovering lower limbs.
Given that I was feeling good when I left the house, I went a different direction than I have been going this month, and once again checked out the Beside-the-BeltLine apartment complex that’s under construction. The floor decking is down, and the rebar is poking up, just as it does across much of the concrete-using third-world. The best, however, is the row of pickups servicing their workmen and the worksite.
Ad shoot
Tuesday, 25 January 2022
Indeed, I found the shoot I saw the sign for yesterday, with no talent in view, and only security watching me passing by. I could tell which house they were using, as there was a table of snacks on the front porch. Farther along, I came upon the crew parking. I thought it was wise to not clog the streets with many vehicles and their diverse political bumperstickers.
Meilleur
Monday, 24 January 2022
Here’s one of those mini-driveway bridges I mentioned on Friday, all hooked up. It’s an odd, specific contraption.
In other neighborhood news, someone’s shooting a new state lottery commercial. Tomorrow.
Title refers to a new mini-addiction: watching Le Meilleur Pâtissier. In French, no subtitles. A challenge. I did know what beurre noisette means and how to make it; yay!
Ahhhhhh, yes
Thursday, 20 January 2022
Even when there’s a cold rain, a daffodil crowd makes me smile.
Regulations vs bureaucracy
Friday, 14 January 2022
A week or so ago, we received a notice about a movie shoot closing a block or so for a limited time. Hand delivered. As per city regulations, I’m certain.
This disruption, however, with a giant green water(?) pump: no notice whatsoever. And one not-so-busy and two busy intersections closed. Totally. Thank you, city of ATL. And I’m guessing we’ll have steel plates to bump over for quite some time after.