Tag Archives: Urban Living

Autumn. What a lovely time of year. The air temperature cools and the colors of nature become lit with the muted tones of old jewels. School begins and millions of mothers quietly Praise God for He in His Wisdom certainly inspired John Dewey to lobby for the idea of a Public School System which is […]

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  • Ruchira Khanna - awesome clicks cheryl.
    Isn’t it amazing that man has made each season so colorful by introducing so many festivals.

    Your autumn clicks make me look fwd to this season.

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    • A Pleasant House - This was NOT a ‘festival’ Ruchira- this is just a shop, like many others, open year round- very TYPICAL. That’s what makes it’s a magical place.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Beautiful shots! Makes the city very inviting!ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - Never been to New Orleans. I just pinned two of these and am wondering when I will finally visit. My Dad, while I was growing up, always wanted to go for Mardi Gras, and one thing led to another, and he never went. I do owe his memory something!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Your Dad sounds like he was a man who liked a party and would have fit right in. When you visit don’t forget to give me a call (seriously) and THANKS for the pin!ReplyCancel

  • Francene Stanley - As a person living in England, I fail to grasp the joy those in your beautiful area find in skeletons. But the diversity in the world helps everyone to see points of view another way. Great pictures.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I think they are enjoyed as a macabre image that can give a little scare but can’t hurt you- jingling all over the place, dancing like fools, often with a top hat on. Thanks for stopping by Francene- nice to see you again!ReplyCancel

  • Sophie Bowns - What fantastic photos! I love autumn too 🙂ReplyCancel

* I am conducting a little experiment. On Monday’s I will be posting commentary on a Current Event of my choice by which I will proceed to rip someone a new poop hole. It may be fun. I might be sued. But I will always be entertaining.  So, welcome to… MONDAY MADNESS join the party! Here in […]

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  • William Kendall - A peculiar city. The founders never expected it would become a city, from what I hear… all they were interested in was a trading post.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I don’t see how that’s possible, as it is in a geographically protected bend on the largest and busiest river in the Northern Hemisphere, which leads to the Gulf. Only a Trading Post- nah, I don’t think so.ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - Might need a Pimm’s Cup when I get home. Cheers!ReplyCancel

  • mooggeek - I like to tell people; if you don’t like what your tax money is paying for, pretend you’re paying for something you like. Don’t like welfare? Then all of your taxes are going to the military. Don’t like your tax money paying for a war? Your money is paying for education. My tax money is paying for what’s left of NASA and whatever it takes to keep Cafe Du Monde and the community around it from slipping into the ocean so I can have beignets when I visit.ReplyCancel

  • Petra - Years ago I wouldn’t have…but by now I completely get it that one would stilll make the deliberate choice to live in a risk prone area/city/zone. And don’t they pay taxes as well?? I’d in any case love to see that city by myself one of these days (and of course taste that gumbo!), inwardly crossing my fingers that It’d go down discreetly and not add to the tourist-kind-of-natural-disaster….ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - The Natural Disasters I speak of are of the alcohol kind. People come here and get really sloppy. The Gumbo is fine.ReplyCancel

Many years ago, on a trip to NYC, Ben and I split up for the day- he to a meeting. I to shop (Surprise)After a long day of firing-up the plastic, and laden with pretty bags full of goodies, I ventured my way back to the Mayfair Hotel (pre-1997 location on upper east side) and […]

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When I was fresh out of college, I couldn’t wait to get my first apartment.FREEDOM. SEX. FREEDOM.I had already acquired many pieces of furniture and art and sets of dishes all lovingly wrapped and waiting for me in my parent’s garage- like Christmas on steroids, except I had gotten these things for myself because Santa […]

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  • House Crazy Sarah - yes, times have changed! Wow – on your first place and Wow on your daughter’s place!!!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Oh, that’s suffering! Your poor daughter.

    My new place is a good location… though the downstairs neighbours do smoke pot.ReplyCancel

  • Winnie - Yes, but think of all the city “charm” you had. I am in the city, and remember my first place at age 21. I was the oldest of 6, and so did it on my own. Mismatched everything, but really, I was happy and I think it prepared me to be self sufficient. Come to think about it, maybe I should come back as your daughter. Loving her kitchen, oh my!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I just shake my head —– I guess this is what a REALLY good education and high skills gets you. And fabulous parents, of course.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - Oh my goodness…isn’t that just gorgeous. I think your princess is doing JUST fine.

    My children, like yours, started out ahead of where I was when they got their first apartment. I wanted their life for a while. It is really a lot of fun to watch them start out in the world. I know you must love it…living in a responsible environment…I didn’t even know what an “environment” was until I was 40!

    Be well Cheryl!
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    • A Pleasant House - Well, aren’t you spot on in every way! I guess the American Dream is still alive! Do better then your parents, and all that. We’re so happy for her.ReplyCancel

  • Ida Chiavaro - Definitely has a a lot more to do with her fabulous parents than the freedom/sex driven choices of our youth. I remember my second rental had an outdoor dunny, opposite a train track in an industrial section of the city. We could see the sky through the ceiling in the hallway, no neighbours on the weekend (that could complain about the smell of anything), bullet holes and lots of wild cats. I loved every second of it (and only when it was really cold at night did I pee in the bathtub.)ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - SO great Ida. ANd I’m glad the bathtub was only used in cold weather. Haahahaaa. We did have us some adventures didn’t we? Train tracks. Bullet holes. Gang fights. Boys. What a time! Thanks for stopping by- nice to see you.ReplyCancel

  • Rich Rumple - I remember my first apartment. I was completely unaware that there were train tracks only 25 feet behind it. Each night, at 2 a.m., a train would come through blowing its whistle in warning for the crossing ahead. Between the vibrations and the noise, I awoke thinking World War III has broke out! After a week, I never noticed it. I also remember my girlfriend coming over and finding that I had left dishes and pans soaking for over a week in the sink. I guess it was the smell that first gave her a hint. Brave girl, she was. She reached right down to the drain plug through the slimy mess and pulled it right out! She was a keeper that I lost, four times, before finally losing her forever. I still think of her. Great job!ReplyCancel

It’s Friday.We have people coming for dinner.The pantry is bare.A trip to the store and…. there are 30 empty parking spaces, upfront, but I park in the w-a-y back. Perfect.But wait! I see a car pulling into that ‘sweet spot’. She gets out.She trots to the door in yoga pants, happily chatting on her phone. Downward facing dog can […]

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  • kblakecash - We actually have “mother with children” spots at some stores here. I guess I can’t use them because I’m a father. And my kids are in their thirties.

    There are a variety of reasons one may be allowed to park in a handicapped spot, not always obvious to the naked eye. My parents in law, who should park in handicapped spaces on their own right, have a sticker because my brother in law is in a wheelchair (does that make any sense? It’s no more difficult for him, he has wheels). If he’s not with them they will not use a handicapped spot, even though they could, and should.

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    • A Pleasant House - I get ‘wheelchair’ ‘crutches’ ‘MS’ chronic leg/back pain. But broken arms, and just being over 60 should not count.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I look it when they are caught, but it’s a common practice.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Too common Marie. That’s my point. Abused I’d say. My mother is 82 and doesn’t have a tag. She wouldn’t dream of NOT giving-up that space to a more ‘needy’ person’ even if it was a 25 year old with three kid’s in tow. I don’t know you IRL but I suspect you are of hardy stock and not a an entitled AARP member- which I could be if I paid the dues!ReplyCancel

  • Kate @ Another Clean Slate - It is frustrating when I’m going somewhere with my grandma (who needs the help and close spot) and can’t get it because of people who don’t need. But then again, i suppose we never know if something is wrong we can’t see.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - My mother, before she passed away, spent ten years with arthritic knees and really should have had a tag. When she moved to their last address, her new doctor got the arrangements made right off.

    The previous doctor spent years saying, “oh, you don’t need that.” Among many, many, many other reasons he was a lousy excuse for a doctor.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Isn’t that ironic- that someone like my father could scam a tag, but not your Mom? What a shame. Wrong on SO MANY levels.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - I see a lot of people taking those Mother with children spots or the pregnant moms spaces. Burns me up. I think it would be fun to put a diaper (not used – I’m not THAT evil…;) ) on the windshield under the wiper. Just to let ’em know i’m onto them.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Oh – and love the tennis elbow line. Bwahaha!ReplyCancel

  • UP - I park as far away as I can, better for the waistline.

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