Notes on a Sunshiny Sunday

1. My neighbors have strewn over their fence the dried fur of (presumably) a deer with an American flag perched unintentionally next to it. I've been dying to sneak into their yard and take a picture of this for weeks but am afraid of getting my ass-kicked as they are a delighful medley of rednecks and drug-dealers.



2. There were like five pigeons on my neighbor's roof yesterday, all trying to cram into the shadow that the chimney was creating, keeping them cool in the blinding midday sun. I don't know why, but it struck me as quite lovely. Until one of the fat ones started ramming one of the not-quite-so-fat ones out of the way so it could fit back in the shade. Then I just laughed.



3. I love my old-guy neighbor, despite the fact that I've had to get used to the fact that I am pretty much ALWAYS being closely observed the whole time I sit out on my roof. (He is in his 70's, doesn't really have anyone to interact with or anything to do since he has a difficult time walking, so his main source of entertainment is, you guessed it, watching me and my cats sit outside.) It cracks me up though because almost EVERY time I have a conversation with the man (which is literally, at least twice if I sit out on my roof for more than a couple hours during the day), he tells me exactly what time (5 pm, 6pm, 11pm) and what channels (channel 8, 3, 5, 19 and 43 at 6, channel 8 and 43 at 10, channel 3, 19, and 5 at 11) the local news is on so that I can perhaps catch it sometime.



4. Yesterday, I decided to make up for my bad-ant-killing karma by rescuing as many of the new bloomers as I could by capturing them on paper and flicking them gently out the window. (Talk about Sisyphusian.) I must've flicked at least 23 of them throughout the course of the day. It is hard to make fun of your old-guy neighbor for his oddities when your day has consisted of a strange little window dance that is probably very well weirding out your own neighbors.



5. Reasons that ant-spray is bad: you will inevitably spray some in your eye on a backdraft (and spend the rest of the evening worrying that you will go blind since a) it didn't hurt, so b) you didn't wash it out immediately), and your arm will also break out in a rash from it.



6. I pretty much never ever ever feel the desire to settle down, buy a house, and domesticate myself, but lemme tell you--occasionally catching a glimpse of my (very lovely) neighbors a) painting the inside of one of their rooms in the reigning dusk, b) sitting outside in lawn-chairs with their legs intertwined while a dog runs around in their yard, and c) watering their garden while the other digs at the dirt with a hoe, for the first time ever actually doesn't make me feel cynical about the idea.



7. I think I saw two wasps either a) wrestling or b) doing it.



8. God bless the spring for keeping my cats entertained. Not only have they been going through food at half their normal rate, but Zooey was so pooped last night that she passed out on my Twister board upstairs in such a way that it looked like someone had dropped her out of an airplane.



9. I like angry squirrel-chatter.

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