I can’t remember a day I wanted to use these words, but today they both come to mind. Breezes over the last few days have brought down some of the blooms from the ornamental fruit trees, and tangoed them into windrows along the curb. Still, the air is redolent with their rich perfume….
On another note, here’s a definition of pure laziness I observed on today’s walk. Fella pulls into his driveway in his fancy but not overlarge SUV. The driveway is about two car-lengths long. He stops at the mailbox, strategically located next to the sidewalk on the lot side (not the street side) and stops to open it and check for mail, reach, stretch, slams it closed and hits the gas to ease on into the garage complete with remote and electric opener, of course.
Any guesses on how much he pays a month for his gym membership?
BTW, John caught the action on a Ponce street corner the other day. And, yes, the tutu was really that pink! His shoes would have Cojo cringing, I’m sure….