Just the routine day in the routine land trying to notice the little things that happens. A couple of new fences are going up. That tree branch on Westmoreland is broken and going to fall on something or somebody the next rain. The guy up on the corner of Patterson looks like he is going to build a garage. The house on the corner is gutting the second floor. Saw them move a bunch of stuff out of the house and got a notice from the city they had a building contract. Just doing destruction today with the bathtub and toilet out on the roof. Sure which I knew what they were saying. Probably rain today. Smells like it and the clouds are abundant. And the air is cooler. The folks across Westmoreland are painting and the family with the guy and his daughter who played in the big puddle has moved and another couple moved in. Maybe they will cut down the dead tree out front before it falls over. It will fall over because it is white with no leaves. There is another one down the street that leans into the neighbors yard. It is too deep in the yard for the city to declare it with an orange X, but it will also fall the next big blow. The girl with the two little dogs continues to walk them and wave and smile. Maybe I should stop and talk to her? Others will wave a friendly neighbor unfamiliar wave and some call out my name so I nod back. Don’t want to interrupt the daily trip to see Alphonso and the other food stackers. Perhaps a sandwich today? Perhaps a salad? Perhaps some crappy chicken? Even think about the taste of peanut butter I had the other night in a dream but that would require buying bread then I would have to start making sandwiches and getting meat and cheese and tomatoes and…… no too much trouble. So as I pack up the daily requirements of blueberries, birdseed, and peanuts I listen to the blue shirts gripe and am glad I don’t run a grocery store. Weaving back to the assigned starting point, turning on the window fans and appreciate the quiet of the neighborhood. Luckily there is no heavy metal in the area this week. After spreading out the buffet and cooling before the fan with the first bullet I look at the to-do list. Monday is my schedule day. This is the day assigned to rearrange priorities for the next costly call to an electrician or contractor but I’d rather watch the yard enjoy itself. When it rains peanuts they drop out of the trees like ninja warriors each grabbing one and scrutiny back up to enjoy their crunch lunch. The blue jays will come down and after close examination pick a peanut and fly off. The gray jays are most happy with the abundance of blueberries that they share with the yard boss. The scoters run amuck at 100 mph chasing peanuts and playing bumper cars. The pump tosses what little water is left in the pond for the decisions on the to-do list never seem to get scratched off. Inside the empty room awaits a sander and a paintbrush. The sander is ready and the paint and paintbrush are ready but the motivation isn’t there yet. It’s been three years and a lot has been done but I’m still not ready to motivate. Perhaps when the cold is completely dried up? Perhaps when the weather gets cooler? Perhaps, then again…..?
So turn up the music and watch girls in skimpy outfits run around in the sand and have another bullet and call it just another day in just another life.