death by construction

i got a notice in my mailbox the other day about some parking lot construction in my neighborhood. i looked at the map with its little pink highlighted plot and sure enough, it was the empty lot behind my apartment. the empty lot behind my apartment is paved so i didn't think much until i woke up this morning at 8am to the sound of trucks, jackhammers and japanese men shouting who-knows-what.

i always mourn the death of yet another piece of land being turned into a parking lot. there's one 2 lots down and across the street that used to be an old apartment. another parking lot.

i realize the impracticality of planting a garden or (gasp) grass in a space like that, but would it be so nice? in the afternoon, the sun is blocked by my 5 story apartment building and it would be the perfect place for an afternoon nap.

(i'm sure the only way to be able to afford a plot that big close to the station is to have it be a source of income to pay back its own loan)

though, on the bright side, at least it's not a building that would block my bathroom window and in turn the air flow between there and my balcony on the other end of my apartment. i live on the 2nd floor, so anything that would possibly go in besides a parking lot would surely be arms length away, just like the building next door. i can open any of the five windows along that wall of my apartment and actually touch the building. so i guess a parking lot isn't all bad. the neighborhood boys will have to find somewhere else to play catch though...


i'm missing the countryside. reading the pioneer woman, shinshu life and other miscellaneous crafting blogs with photos of quilts in beautiful backyards isn't helping.

plus, i could really go for a bowl of cheerios with skim milk (and not the japanese low fat stuff) and fresh blueberries or peaches (or both!) on top...