Weekend Threesome – 1/9/22

It’s time to settle down for another edition of The Nest’s Weekend Threesome.  Here’s a trio of tidbits from my week that serve little purpose other than to waste a few minutes of your Sunday morning…

Above is a picture I took a few months ago of the house I grew up in.  It’s been abandoned since my Mom finally moved out in 2019, and has been in disrepair for far longer than that.  When I moved out and to this place in 2009 I felt like I was fleeing the Titanic.  My old neighborhood’s been dying since I was a kid, and with so many other houses ending up beyond repair and unable to be resold, there are many vacant lots to be found… including the house next door which was razed just before I moved on.

I happened to drive by on Wednesday morning and saw that another vacant lot was being added…

Goodbye old house.  I’d guess they started the demolition either Monday or Tuesday, since I think there’d be more debris had it been that morning… but either way, that’s that.  I’d long since moved on from caring about the place I’d lived in for 31 years, and would have gladly driven the bulldozer through it myself…. but still, it was a part of my life for so long, and even though I’m 13 years removed from living there, it seems to dominate my dreams where I often find myself in old places from my early years.  Funny how that works…

Anyway, what stood out to me the most was that other than the front porch, the only thing still standing are the two rusty poles that held up what hadn’t rotted away yet of the back porch roof.

That’s one of them in this photo from 2016 when a storm knocked down the big tree out back.

And my old home wasn’t the only old friend that bit the dust this week.  The ice scraper I bought a tad over twenty years ago not long after I got the Neon decided to snap in two while I was trying to de-ice the windshield Monday morning after work…

You can put away the super glue, Troll, that’s beyond repair.  Besides, we all know super glue doesn’t work, and you’ll just get it in your hair, and……..

Oh, for crying out loud, you did it again!  Zeeba!!!  Bring the chainsaw!!!!

My Mom tends to overdo how much turkey she makes on Thanksgiving and Christmas.  She knows how much I love turkey, but apparently thinks I’ll devour two birds worth of white meat on my own.  So I end up having to throw a lot of it out for the neighborhood critters, but I did keep some for about a week to give Ody a few bites with each meal.  And after a week of getting turkey treats each day, you can imagine the looks I get now when I open the icebox and don’t get out any bird for him…

Dude! Where’s my fucking turkey at? I’m starving!!!

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14 Responses to Weekend Threesome – 1/9/22

  1. I bet the critters have been appreciating the turkey handouts……Ody definitely has the “WANT TURKEY NOW” look in his eyes! Must be weird seeing the old house gone in a way. Will be interesting what goes up in its’ place………..

    Pam

    • Grass, weeds…. maybe that other kind of weed. There is no redevelopment in my old hood. it should have been bought out as an industrial buffer zone years ago.

      I keep reminding Ody that November is only ten months away….

  2. It is sad to see all old disappear. Poor cat, no more turkey, you should buy him some.

  3. noelleg44 says:

    It’s always sad to see some of your personal history erased!

  4. draliman says:

    Whenever I have dreams of home they’re always the home I grew up in (pre 1988).
    Definitely, when someone gets superglue in their hair, chopping their head off is the only solution.

    • It’s kind of weird how dreams focus on old locations so much. I have lots of dreams of elementary school as well, and it was demolished over 30 years ago…

      Troll should look at the bright side… it’s free brain surgery.

  5. As to the super glue, a warning that I observed from hubby’s encounter with that stuff: Do NOT get it on glasses’ lenses. It won’t EVER come off, and unless you enjoy trying to see through what looks like sandpaper scratchings on the glass or plastic stuff, just throw the damned glasses away. Ugh.

    As to the house? That tugged my heart strings. You’re in your 40s (from the excellent math I did while reading that section), wait a few years and if you’ve lived in the same town or city all your life, watch what happens. It’s disturbing and heart breaking and not a little bit frightening as well. I’ve seen former houses that I lived in come and go (we moved around A LOT when I was a kid), and I moved around A LOT as a young adult; and while sad, it wasn’t nearly as heart wrenching as going around Salt Lake City and realizing the whole damned city had changed. Many landmarks from my life are gone now and the whole place just looks alien to me. 😪 Get old sucks man.

    • I’ve been in this town my whole life and will almost certainly die here. There’s definitely been a lot that’s changed, but that’s time and progress for you. The place I work at was a field when I was a kid that was so far from the main drag that nobody ever thought it would eventually become a shopping center with two car lots (where I bought both cars I’ve ever owned)…

  6. Kismet says:

    I have a feeling that the nest I was hatched in and grew up in is long gone.

  7. I think a lot of folks are having all sorts of turkey iterations this month. Well except for the vegetarians. 🤣

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