Musings

’Nuff said

Helicopters

Backlit helicopters.

Densification

For a time, I kept track of this lot. The last time I posted a photo of it, if I remember correctly, workers were finishing the two floors below the (former) ground surface, which appeared to both be parking levels. Now, the apartments far above are being finished, and I’m sure the builders are more than ready to have inhabitants move in, and to start working down their debt load. Or perhaps I’m projecting.

The title refers to the increased pressure on nearby roads and sidewalks and businesses by the new residents of this multistory building, which used to be a one-story artist studio and apartment structure. Sooooo many more residents to come….

My oh my

We had one of those gorgeous days that sometimes follow awful storms. In this case, the storm wasn’t that awful…in our neighborhood. Clear, however, is, whew, lovely. Note the tiny leaves emanating green-ness on the tree to the left. [I’m glorying in the Time of the Redbud Buds; see tree to the right.]

Our trees are all upright

We waited and waited for today’s excitement. Wind blasted us before the front came through with rain, wind and more wind. This was the height of it at 5:22pm. We are glad the excitement has left us with merely regular Friday evening delights. [Probably the fifth White Lotus of season one.]

City business or business in the city?

This is today’s biggest tale of intrigue (in my limited, personal experience). I spotted two guys at the edge of a city park with battery-powered drills removing the whatever to allow a bench to pull free from bolts embedded in concrete footings. Further along, I spotted this guy wheeling a different bench away. None of the guys wore any logos or uniforms of city employees. What was the deal? I dunno. Too many homeless using the benches? Too many nannies with tired feet resting with strollers of sleeping tots? Too many dogs urinating on the legs of the benches?

Sunday drive

These magnolia petal carpets seemed a little too slippery and ever so slightly depressing, so we headed out of town. I exaggerate.

Nevertheless, we did go see Olive and her sister Hazel and their people. We had a lovely, lazy Sunday afternoon visit.

Beauty is more than enough

No plays today, one-act or longer. No especial content of any kind. Just a branch of wee flowers.

My moment

Every once in a while, my dear friend KW offers little one-act plays, based on an experience du jour, on her daily blog. I thought I’d give it a try.

Setting: I’m walking west in a residential area, down a slight slope, toward a complex junction, with many stop signs to keep things safe. And no sidewalks.

The action: Coming toward me is a white Land Rover. I watch the driver slow a bit, and roll through two stop signs perhaps six car-lengths apart, then continue motoring toward me.

I decide to move to the center of the road, and wave my arms. I was ready to jump out of the way if the driver kept coming at me. But, he did slow and roll down the right window to ask…

Can I help you?

I just watched you blow through two stop signs!

I know. I live in this neighborhood. I’m in a hurry.

And: Hey…I live here, too! At least he stopped, took a reasonable tone of voice, acknowledged his behavior, and didn’t get angry. And still: he ran two stop signs. Yes, no other traffic, but but but.

And a Pretty while you negotiate the crowds and exit down the aisle. 🤣

Also, that isn’t the vehicle in the play, if you haven’t figured it out.

Light a light

On this day in 2020 we took a ferry jaunt with nephew dos, so we were in Seattle, then we left Seattle, then we returned. Covid fears hung over us, and we ate outdoors at a burger place on the island the ferry took us to (and away from). We still live under Covid’s shadow. And that then HS kid is now in college. A lovely memory….

Especially if they’re purple

Sometimes, sometimes, vegetables are art.

BTW, these are eggplants.