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There sure are a lot of ruts lately. My plan now is to usually skip blogging Sunday but post something all other days. Well, I was uninspired Saturday and again Sunday, so I simply disappeared (from my own blog) for the entire weekend. I didn’t want to take you down with me. As for today, I’m trying, honey! It’s currently only 28˚C/82.4˚F, downright arctic. But if I don’t get out soon I’ll miss the chill since it’s headed back up this afternoon to at least 40C/104F.
I did laundry yesterday and was up on the roof in the heat and sunshine a couple of times. Our building and the buildings around us were mostly built in the early ’80s. The buildings are kind of ugly but the apartments are larger and have taller ceilings than those in the more contemporary buildings. Our apartment is a comfortable size, much larger than what we had in Fuengirola. And there are a couple of 5-bedroom apartments in the building. I’ve been in one and it was truly grand right down to a Roman bust on a marble pedestal in the large foyer.
Our roof is a disappointment and filled with air-conditioning units and clothes lines. The corner building next door to us, however, was built in the last five years. It’s got a very contemporary facade and a rooftop pool. It really pisses me off when I’m on our roof with the laundry while someone next door is cavorting in the pool.
Ours is the tallest building in the neighborhood. There are other seven-story buildings, but ours is slightly taller. Clearly a height limit has since been imposed. That means I look down on the pool next door. I’ve already determined that I could easily hop over our wall down to theirs and continue down to their pool deck. I don’t think I will. Climbing back up may not be as easy.
San Geraldo would pronounce the English title to sound more like ruts and ruffs. I’ll bet many of my American readers would, too. I rhyme roof with goof. Well, it’s now 29C/84.2F. I’d better hustle.
Últimamente hay un montón de rutinas. Mi plan ahora es no escribir en el blog los domingos, pero publicar algo los demás días. Bueno, el sábado y el domingo no tuve inspiración, así que simplemente desaparecí (de mi blog) todo el fin de semana. No quería que te hundieras. Hoy, ¡lo intento, cariño! Ahora mismo solo hace 28°C/82,4°F, un frío ártico. Pero si no salgo pronto, echaré de menos el frío, ya que esta tarde volverá a subir a por lo menos 40°C/104°F.
Ayer lavé ropa y subí a la azotea un par de veces, con el calor y el sol. Nuestro edificio y los de alrededor se construyeron en su mayoría a principios de los 80. Los edificios son un poco feos, pero los apartamentos son más grandes y tienen techos más altos que los de los edificios más contemporáneos. Nuestro apartamento tiene un tamaño cómodo, mucho más grande que el que teníamos en Fuengirola. Y hay un par de apartamentos de cinco habitaciones en el edificio. He estado en uno y era realmente majestuoso, con un busto romano sobre un pedestal de mármol en el amplio vestíbulo.
Nuestra azotea es una decepción, llena de aires acondicionados y tendederos. Sin embargo, el edificio de la esquina de al lado se construyó hace cinco años. Tiene una fachada muy contemporánea y una piscina en la azotea. Me molesta mucho estar en la azotea con la ropa sucia mientras alguien de al lado está retozando en la piscina.
El nuestro es el edificio más alto del barrio, con siete plantas. Hay otros edificios de siete plantas, pero el nuestro es un poco más alto. Claramente, desde entonces se ha impuesto un límite de altura. Eso significa que miro hacia abajo, a la piscina de al lado. Ya he decidido que podría saltar fácilmente nuestro muro hasta la suya y continuar hasta la terraza de la piscina. No creo que lo haga. Volver a subir puede que no sea tan fácil.
San Geraldo pronunciaría el título en inglés con un sonido más parecido a “ruts” y “ruffs”. Apuesto a que muchos de mis lectores estadounidenses también lo harían. Rimo “roof” con “goof”. Bueno, ya son 29°C/84,2°F. Mejor me apresuro.
Mitchell, the roof next to you is quite beautiful. I too would say roof rhythming with goof. The Canadian way! We are having a heat wave too. It’s 76° with a humidex of 82° right now at 5:30 am. I better hustle for my walk! Take care.❤️
Robin:
There are so many American ways to pronounce words like that. 82! I hope you were careful out there. We don’t have a humidex. At 26% humidity, 108 is only 108.
I thought ALL Americans say ruff so you have dispelled a stereotype for me! Like Robin says, we rhyme roof with goof in Canada.
Debra:
All Americans don’t do a lot of things the same. The expressions and pronunciation where SG is from in South Dakota is like a foreign language to NYC pronunciation and expressions. I’ll have to do a post on a bunch of comparison words. It might require video. They rhyme creek with crick, root beer sounds more like rut beer (but a schwa “u” as used in their version of roof).
Roof and goof, yes. I’ve never heard ruff.
If you took a dip, you could exit down the way the tenants do. Just sayin. You might be a bit conspicuous, wet.. Boud.
Boud:
You haven’t visited the Midwest I suppose, nor Western NY State (Rochester, Buffalo). I’ll do a post on our different pronunciation.
I lived in Wisconsin for three years. Never heard ruff.
Boud,
I’m surprised. In Minnesota and South Dakota, it’s the standard. Or at least it was.
Roof-Goof. Gravel Crick was the west board of the farm I was raised on, crick not creek.
David:
Yours is inconsistent with how I thought it worked. I thought people who said crick also said ruff.
The idea of a rooftop pool sounds nice until bleached water seeps through the roof (I’d assume it’s possible)
Adam
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Adam:
I don’t think leaks are an issue. They’re built for that. I’ve known people with rooftop pools and have stayed in hotels with them. I never ended up in the suite below. But one never knows.
I say roof and goof and poof!
I would probably take my laundry, climb down the building to the pool deck, go for a swim and then fold my laundry and casually take the elevator to the lobby and go home.
I wonder how long you could get away with that.
Bob:
If you come over, I’ll be a delinquent with you. Let’s do laundry… and float around.
I do love a line with laundry hung properly from it. I am a little obsessive about that.
I think the sight of that pool might just make me angry, lying there all tempting and cool-looking while I was steaming away with my clothes pins.
Roof. We say it here as you say it. I’m not sure anyone would understand if it was called a “ruff.”
I have to admit I was concerned about you not posting.
Ms. Moon, the Worrier
Ms. Worriermoon:
Well, I don’t think I hang laundry properly. I hope it didn’t make you crazy. I fantasize about moving next door.
Speaking of goofs!!……(hey, I try)..
I understand what you are saying re older-built apartment buildings.
Ours was built in the 80’s as well and is larger than the ones down the road that were built in the last five years.
Blogging requires a lot of energy……always good to take a break/or set a schedule.
Nothing better than a clothesline.
Jim:
Come to think of it, he pronounces goof the way I do!
I say roof-goof as well. You could totally invade that neighboring pool deck! I actually like your roof too — there’s something very cheerful about laundry drying on a clothesline, though maybe not when it’s 104º.
Steve:
I didn’t mind our roof at all until I saw next door! I could set up a kiddy pool I suppose.
Gee, I don’t know that I’ve ever heard anyone pronounce roof like ruff … I’m a goof/poof/roof person, too.
True, true the roof on the other building looks like something out of a Carnival cruise line ship, but your apartment is probably nicer inside. And, that’s really, actually, a very nice brick (look?) floor up there compared to what we usually see on a roof.
Judy C:
Wow! I would have thought you would here ruff in Missouri. You’d hear it a lot of the middle part of the country. And, yes, the roof has a tile floor. I can sometimes get a glimpse inside a couple of the apartments next door. The living areas look very nice and the ceilings aren’t low. But I’ve notice that many of the newer buildings have postage-stamp sized bedrooms. For all I know, everything about the new building could be very nice. Although the main entrance looks like a back door.
Goof all the way! I had cousins who said ruff which was weird since we were all born and raised is San Diego. They also said dal instead of doll. Clotheslines always give me flashbacks to spiders jumping out of the little holes in the wooden clothespins when I was a kid. The family got a dryer when I was sixteen and I never looked back! *SHUDDER*
Scoot, you blog as much or as little as you need. Whichever keeps you healthy and happy.
Deedles:
That is so strange that your San Diego cousins would pronounce it differently. My New York, New Jersey, Maryland cousins all pronounce it like goof. Doll is hilarious when trying to be understood by an English person. Then it sounds more like DOLE. I have stories to tell, but they require audio I think.
I like your roof, it sort of reminds me of your old New York City
finlaygray:
Just being on the roof, although it looks nothing like what I grew up with, brings back memories. When we first moved to Brooklyn, the roof door was unlocked. 25 stories off the ground with a view of Coney Island, Manhattan, Staten Island, and the Atlantic. It was incredible. But then they locked the doors.
Add me to the roof/goof/poof crowd. I wouldn’t want to have the apartment right below that pool. It just seems like a leaking accident waiting to happen .
Kelly:
Rooftop pools are not uncommon, so I have a feeling they solved the leakage problem. Sometimes I say poof, sometimes puf (with a schwa sound).
I’m in the roof/goof crowd too, though I’ve always used rooves, not roofs, for the plural form. I can’t imagine saying calfs instead of calves or hoofs instead of hooves either, LOL!
It’s easy to fall into a rut, Scoot, and not so easy to climb out of sometimes. With that roof-top pool next door though, I’d be finding some way to swim in it, even if I had to bribe my way in! Moose looks like he’d back your efforts…
Tundra Bunny:
Rooves is not incorrect but you’re in the minority with that one. I grew up saying dwarves and then learned dwarfs is more common. It never sounds right to me. If Moose liked to swim, he’d simply say, “I want to do it, so I’m doing it.”
It’s roof=goof in the UK, too – although “poof” (meaning homosexual man) is pronounced slightly differently to either (the “oo” sounds more like the “u” in “puss”, as in cat)… I digress.
As well as the joys of the rooftop washing-line, I’d be stocking that rooftop with plants (of course)! Aloes, agaves, cactus, echeveria – in fact all types of succulent would thrive up there, tart the place up a bit, and make those pool-dwellers envious (as if!)… Jx
PS Blogging’s not compulsory, dear – we do it because we love it, and if we’re not in the mood to love it one day, then so be it.
Jon:
I’m with you on the poofs. I can imagine that roof being an oasis after you finished with it. We could have brought all those plants from our terrace in Fuengirola.
It’s roof/goof for me.
And a rooftop pool? Fancy! I have only had that once and it was kinda nice but I only used it a few times.
Kitty!
XOXO
Sixpence Notthewiser.
If that pool were on our roof, I’d probably never use it. I don’t like to share.
Hmm, my building doesn’t let the tenants on the roof. As John said, it’s something I associate with New York City, usually the between-the-wars New York City you see in old Warner Brothers movies (which I acknowledge were actually Hollywood sets.)
Kirk:
Here, it’s common for the roofs to have community clothes lines. So, having keys to the roof is fairly standard. In Fuengirola, there was no access to the roof because there was a penthouse apartment up there. I’ll have to pull out the photos I have from my paternal grandparents. They used to take photos on the roof of their Manhattan apartment building.
architecture ~ mmmm LOVE
Jim:
It’s popular with readers, especially when it’s a glimpse into how others live.