Sentences with phrase «window of her small house»

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Maria, however, blew out windows at some hospitals and police stations, turned some streets into roaring rivers and destroyed hundreds of homes across Puerto Rico, including 80 percent of houses in a small fishing community near the San Juan Bay, which unleashed a storm surge of more than 4 feet.

The protesters the Observer spoke to proposed remedies ranging from the end of NYPD Commissioner Bill Bratton's «broken windows» strategy of cracking down on small quality of life violations to the complete abolition of the police force to the public seizure and conversion of derelict properties to housing for the homeless.

Baby is still napping twice a day, so I feel like we only have small windows to get out of the house.

Now Audi has revealed that the new e-tron SUV — aimed at the Jaguar I - Pace and Mercedes EQ C — will come with virtual mirrors — a first for a production car — housed in much smaller covers on the front edge of the front windows.

This is because The House of Tomorrow is about the small events that enrich - about the rich conversations people have while practicing musical instruments together, how sharing CDs can be a window into someone's soul and how shared situations create a deep bond between people even if they don't always treat each other right.

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves.

It's a shame to be in the middle of the redwoods but the master bedroom is oriented to the driveway and neighbor's house, and the beautiful redwoods behind are blocked off by walls, with only small windows.

These houses give way to narrow alleys, all of them prettily lined with small gardens and window boxes planted with flowers, mostly bougainvilleas, in an array of colours.

There were children running and playing along the highway in their bare feet; locals bicycling through the village; thin and sad - looking dogs roaming around and laying in the middle of the road; lots of garbage and litter scattered along the side of the road; abandoned buildings with jungle growth creeping inside them and graffiti on the exterior; open - air handicraft markets selling typical Mexican souvenirs and blankets in a variety of vibrant colours; empty bus stops covered in graffiti; small, open - air and simple restaurants with red Coca Cola signs on the exterior, and matching tables and chairs serving authentic cuisine; locals cooking and serving fresh meat on a barbeque along the road; a small park and square; narrow gravel roads stemming off of the highway to the remainder of the village; and tiny one - room houses with either thatched roofs and wooden panels on the sides or square white painted houses with a flat roof, barred windows and always a satellite dish on top.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

On the other side of the house that gets less sun, the windows are small and high, to maximize cross-ventilation and minimize heat loss.

Another good small space strategy: installing lots of windows and doors (this house has three leading to the exterior), so that light comes in and no one feels trapped in a small space.

The back of the house was a small addition with a room and large window that had been boarded up.

I have had to replace almost new windows in bedrooms of each of two houses because they were slightly too small for egress standards (which are only really enforced on rentals).

Based on advice from Duane Anderson, co-owner of House by JSD, I added an area rug, lighting and window treatments to tie everything together in my small space.

There is only the one small kitchen window on the back side of the house to let light into our main living areas, so adding the French door at the back completely changes the space.

sometimes i get a little envious looking at these lovely rooms — all my rooms are small, the ceilings are normal height, the windows are small, the house gets no direct sunlight, there is no foyer, there is only one bathroom... sigh... i would really love to implement some of these ideas, but honestly don't know where to start in my little bungalow...

I'm hoping to convince him I need a small green house next year — even if it's just a big box made out of old windows with a lid — so I no longer need to buy my annuals.

Our current kitchen is tucked into the small back corner of the house, with the sink below a small window overlooking our neighbor's new house and our side - yard, which is currently getting a fun makeover of its own (see that project here).

* We let our son, now five, have a small tree in his bedroom... * We put a three - foot tree atop a cedar chest in a spare bedroom; it looks full - size from outside and, because we have a lot of windows (and have a light in most), another tree provides a nice addition to our house's overall look.

My biggest challenge is making a house with no architectural interest, small windows and minimal natural light feel bright and airy and interesting while finding room in this little TRUE cottage for all 6 of us.

We learned that the bathroom had been carved out of a larger room in the house, and had a window covered over in the wall that opened into the small back bedroom.