I am not feeling so great. I don't know if it's a holdover from the cold I had a few weeks ago or what, but I still feel slightly congested and tired. I was hoping to do another walk on the LOOP this weekend, but that may not be smart. I may take it easy.
Tuesday evening I came home from work to find Mrs. Kravitz's trash cans lined up on the sidewalk in front of our house. It looked like she moved them to get in and out of her side return -- the alleyway beside her house -- so I figured some temporary back-garden project was going on and I left them. They were still there yesterday morning, and they were still there when I came home from work yesterday evening. So then I got annoyed and lined them up in front of her house. Is that passive-aggressive? Probably. But would you put your trash cans in front of your neighbor's house for more than a day, without saying anything, while leaving the front of your own house pristine? Who does that?!
I found a terrific yellow wooden chair yesterday while walking the dog. It had been set out for the trash collection and was dirty -- looked like it had been sitting in someone's garage for a couple of years -- but I brought it home and then texted Dave, who had already gone to work and would return home before me: "Don't make any judgments about my yellow chair until I've had a chance to clean it up!" He wrote back: "Ha!" and no doubt rolled his eyes. Well, I did clean it up last night, and it looks pretty good. Fashionably distressed, I would say. It's now brightening up our front room!
(Top photo: A heart-shaped mylar balloon mysteriously tied to a fence in Petts Wood, a couple of weeks ago.)