I owe you a blog.
I had one all planned out and intended to compose it this afternoon and evening. It was about what neighbors can — and can’t — do for each other in these strange times.
Then I volunteered myself into a situation that put me in the house you see below.
The first two images are the living room (if you could call it that) of a deceased neighbor’s home. The third is, I suppose, a storeroom, and reasonably orderly compared to the rest of the entire two story house. But the little brown sh*tty stuff on the floor is … little brown sh*tty stuff. And there were years of it everywhere in the building.
Now take the appearance of the place and multiply by 10 to get the smell. And this was the home of a very nice, pleasant man. Not some crazy troglodytic freak.
I was so stunned all I wanted to do was get home, burn my clothes, bleach my skin, and get the (probably imaginary) bugs out of my hair.
So that is what my next blog will be about — and it’s still about what neighbors can — and can’t — do for each other in these strange times.
But tomorrow I’ll be going back to that place and trying to do the job I volunteered to do. So give me a bit of time yet, please.