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ellarienI have shopped, for a temperate-summer wardrobe mostly in shades of brown and various technical supplies. The wardrobe part went quite well, once I settled into Sears. (I have very little fashion sense, but what I do have tends to be satisfied nicely by Sears' Covington and Classic Elements lines. Make of that what you will.) I was a bit startled, after I'd paid for my heap of skirts and tops, to realize that my watch read 3pm. This was, of course, because I forgot to adjust it on return from New Mexico.
Last night I idly googled my apartment complex, and was disconcerted to discover a review site with some very harsh words. I mean, I've lived here going on for nine years and never had any real problems. Managements come and go, some more competent than others; it's an older complex, a little shabby, and things do wear out from time to time, but I've never had a maintenance issue that took more than a week to resolve, or been unable to do my laundry when I need to, and the smell from the university farm across the road is barely noticeable. Sometimes there are noisy neighbours, and not infrequently there have been neighbours who departed hurriedly leaving a trail of unpaid bills, and there are more old and battered vehicles around than nice ones, but I've never felt unsafe, so I'm not sure how to take the tales of drug dealers, criminals, disintegrating buildings, and so forth. Maybe I'm just unobservant; also, I suppose my expectations are based on British inner cities rather than shiny new American suburbs.
Last night I idly googled my apartment complex, and was disconcerted to discover a review site with some very harsh words. I mean, I've lived here going on for nine years and never had any real problems. Managements come and go, some more competent than others; it's an older complex, a little shabby, and things do wear out from time to time, but I've never had a maintenance issue that took more than a week to resolve, or been unable to do my laundry when I need to, and the smell from the university farm across the road is barely noticeable. Sometimes there are noisy neighbours, and not infrequently there have been neighbours who departed hurriedly leaving a trail of unpaid bills, and there are more old and battered vehicles around than nice ones, but I've never felt unsafe, so I'm not sure how to take the tales of drug dealers, criminals, disintegrating buildings, and so forth. Maybe I'm just unobservant; also, I suppose my expectations are based on British inner cities rather than shiny new American suburbs.