I moved to Covington, Kentucky in the middle of July, 2011—moved here to be closer to a freelance job. Shortly after the move, the freelance job went away. The company I was working for went out of business. I decided to stay in business in Covington.
After I got my Kentucky State I.D. and Kenton County Public Library card, I started to feel like Covington was really my new home. Now, over a year later, I still feel that way.
How come whenever I type the word Covington on a Facebook post, Facebook considers the word misspelled?
I wish there wasn’t so much prostitution in Covington. I have nothing against the ladies out there on the street—they’re doing what they have to do—but I wish they didn’t have to do it.
It makes me sad that Covington is becoming known nationwide as a city with a big heroin problem.
Those guys cleaning the sidewalks of Downtown Covington are no more. The proof of that are all the dirty sidewalks. Cigarette butts are everywhere these days. It’s not a good look.
I can’t help but notice most of the Tank buses here in Covington usually run a little late.
A cashier in Walgreens on Madison Road here in Covington called me a “regular” the other day. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I don’t want to be a “regular” anything.
On Wednesday, I needed to go to the new place I’m moving to in Covington to pick something up. When leaving, I encountered a squirrel. My experience with squirrels is that they pretty much leave me alone. Not this one. He (or she) was running up to me. I have a feeling someone’s been feeding that squirrel. It freaked me out a little bit.
Moving day is Saturday morning. I’m not the kind of person who lives out of boxes. For the next few days (or several—don’t know yet), I’ll be putting things away and arranging my new living space. Should you come to visit me, you’ll think I had lived there for at least a couple years. Everything has a place and everything in its place. That’s how I am.
So. . . I’ll be returning to this blog soon—not sure when, but soon. Will absence make the heart grow fonder? Hell, I won’t be gone that long.