hardwood suite


Canandaigua New York ~ Historic Mansion ~ Italianate Victorian Architecture by Onasill ~ Bill Badzo
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Grand Historic Italianate Victorian. Period details. Lovingly maintained, updated in all the right places. 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths. Formal living and dining rms, gas & woodburning fplcs, hardwoods, central air. Master suite, 2nd floor laundry. Open porches, 3 car garage, beautifully land-scaped shaded lot. 152 N Main St, Canandaigua, NY 14424 North Main Street Historic District

5SOS. ‘Til the Nighttime

The two GIFs of Luke below inspired this. Just sat down and let it come out. Hope it’s alright. A Little Luke and Penny drabble.

Content, but squirming as she was unevenly balanced over his knee, Penelope babbled her muddled attempt at English incessantly while scribbling over a mermaid activity book with a bright yellow crayon from the new pack one of the band’s assistant picked up that morning. She hadn’t the slightest clue what her Dad’s day entailed. Penelope wasn’t at all aware that he had woken up at four in the morning to climb into a van and go to television studio. She was just waking up herself when Good Morning America aired. It was unbeknownst to her that he had recorded an episode of The Late Late Show before coming back to the hotel to try and spend some time with her before bed, but only after he had been in two different meetings concerning the business side of his life, the non-creative part that involved other people’s opinions and had absolutely nothing to do with the actual music he made. As far as Penelope knew, her Dad had just been running errands all day. It didn’t stop her from running to him, nearly tripping in her bright Flounder the Fish slippers on her way to greet him at the door. He had been ready to pass out in the elevator on the way up, but she still reached her arms up over her space buns and chanted ‘Daddy!’ over and over again excitedly.

“Dad, here!” Flustered, Penelope finally grabbed her father’s attention while shaking two blue crayons right in front of his nose. His eyes were opening and closing behind her at the hotel desk, his head hanging to the side as he stared at the lamp without really looking at it. He was in robot mode, one hand on Penelope’s pajama clad leg to keep her from sliding right off of him, but he also wasn’t really holding on. Like white noise, he could hear her trying to chat in her two year old mumbles, but he wasn’t at all engaged.

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