Settled In For The Long Haul

I had been in the process of moving out of Andalusia to a new place known to me as my studio. Finally all settled in and quite enjoying meself, I find the digs to be charming. The flat is in an old Victorian mansion divided up into four residences. I call the house “Nine Gables” for which it has.

New flat here awaits the first order of business: hanging window blinds!

It took a month to go from old to new. Daily trips with whatever fit into the Cooper made the move more tolerable than having to transport everything all on the same day. In the meantime, the place began to slowly take shape with my having ordered new furnishing online to fit the downsized space and putting the stuff together once received.

On April 23rd, my son helped me move in the remaining furniture: desk, hutch, dresser, a few chairs, bench, bicycle; transporting the items in a rental truck, placing them into their respective positions. The relocation was then virtually completed. Incidentals still required attention, such as installing an air conditioner and putting the drum set together in the back room. With that done, the following vid produced the results.

Now I’m back to my old routine of lazin’ along the Delaware River and parts beyond. Lake Luxembourg is less than ten minutes away. Bristol is twenty, and it’s a half-hour to the city line of Northeast Philadelphia. A bridge to New Jersey is just a hop, skip and jump away, giving me more options to explore.

My osprey census has suffered through all this, and catching up is in order. Most of the birds by now should have hatched offspring. I’ll share what shots are available.

The Riverton South nest is vacant in the above photo, where as the Riverton North nest has the appearance of an adult and chick. The shot was taken from Lardner’s Point in Philadelphia. A week earlier, pictures from Pennypack Park showed them a lot closer:

Too hard to tell yet, it appears as if offspring are in the nest. We’ll have to wait until a future visit to know for sure. Looks like the Pennypack Creek osprey is still roosting:

Further up the creek, a male is perched at a treetop:

The resident bald eagles at Pennypack Park on the Delaware River have two eaglets this season:

The PA-NJ Turnpike Bridge’s peregrine falcons have two eyases for 2022:

Having gone through everything before making the move to Nine Gables, throwing out a dumpster full of accumulated junk at least, I found a lot of memorabilia that I hadn’t seen in ages, among which were old photographs that had been scattered about. My photobook was falling apart so I bought a new one and filled it with the entire picture collection. Showing the album to my son, he especially enjoyed a series of shots of him and I taken in a photobooth, the predecessor of digital cameras for taking selfies readily.

His birthday on May 12th is the day after mine. We got together on the weekend following both to celebrate and exchange presents. One of the gifts I gave him was a framed montage of the selfies, complete with duck faces before they were considered cool. Allow me to share that one too.

The new studio is on the ground floor so I don’t have to worry about people downstairs. No pets are allowed, thus, eliminating the nuisance of barking dogs at all hours of the day and night. The place is well insulated and noise doesn’t travel loudly beyond the walls. I rarely hear the neighbors. I’ve recorded two cover songs already and haven’t had a visit from the local police department, which is a great thing. Nine Gables has changed my life.

Thanks for stopping by and for your continued support. In closing, please find the studio’s first two covers recorded and performed by yours truly.

Until next time, stay healthy and keep rocking.

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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4 Responses to Settled In For The Long Haul

  1. Mary Anne Wolfrey says:

    1st post I’ve seen from you almost a year. Glad you are doing well.

  2. Thanks, Mary Anne. Hope all is good with you.

  3. Mary Anne Wolfrey says:

    Like you, I’m moving. My mom pasted in Dec. and I was giving lifetime rights to her house. I don’t think I will ever finish. It would be nice to chat and catch up.

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