premature

Hurried picture, hurried post. I really spoke too soon when I said that Julia was having an easy time with teething. I don't think I have had a single moment to myself today (aside from the brief naps she took which at least allowed me to bathe and brush my teeth). As I write this Grace is fixated on the TV watching a show that I don't normally let her see. Groan.

I had planned on taking a picture of some of the new homes in the neighborhood, but I got so distracted by the amount of garbage clogging our roadways that I couldn't think straight. Craig has become the defacto grabage man of the neighborhood. He takes Grace out weekly with old grocery bags to collect the remains of the week: krystal take out packages, coffee cups, various beer and liquor containers. On the positive side, Grace is a complete litter-nut. She lectures us on the need to clean one's space. The downside is that there's never an end to the refuse. Poor people=lots of garbage; a fact that Craig came upon when researching neighborhood clean-ups. But I'm rambling...garbage does that to me. It also makes me think what the hell are we doing here.

Pictured below is a boarded up business two blocks from my house. In the charette (sponsored by the Knight Foundation and the University of Miami School of Architecture), there were plans for this to be converted into retail space. My great concern is that it will become another liquor store.