I went and bought a collapsing chair with the expectation that the property manager for my mother-in-law apartment will return with news from the owner that I can install a basic screen door (presuming I can find an affordable one that fits), so that I can sit outside with coffee and a book without having to go anywhere, but my cats will be able to see me rather than the one cat just incessantly whining at the door like she is now while I am trying to read in peace.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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