Looking out the window at work I observed a fat man walking down the street in the middle of the road. Then I thought some people, including the man himself, might be offended that I called him a fat man. I shall not mention which street, which day or what time, so nobody will know to which fat man I refer.
Another time I saw a young boy with what looked like a yellow and black wig on, only the hair was kind of flat and wide, like ribbon. He was shaking it around and at one point took it off and put it back on. It looked cool. I wish I had one.
Yesterday I saw a young man with an AARP t-shirt on, which I thought was incongruous. Then I saw it was AERO. Then he crossed the street towards Remington but it was only to meet a young lady who was walking towards him. Couldn’t see what her shirt said, but it was tighter than his and sleeveless.
In general I am just glad to be working in a building with windows finally, even though when I’m actually working all I can see are bricks, a little grass, and a very little sky. At least I can tell if it’s sunny. In the Army I worked in a SCIF. I forget what that stands for, but there were no windows. I vowed when I was out of the Army I would work in a place with windows. After a couple of false starts, at last I do.
I took Tabby for a walk yesterday, in hopes it would provide me with today’s blog post. You may have guessed that it did not. It was a short walk, because it was warmer in the sunshine than I had expected. I saw my friend Tobby Dain. He was raking the dirt in the lot that used to hold the house that burned up (I blogged about a fundraiser for the unfortunate residents). I saw a large-ish rock and asked if I could have it for my rock garden. As I carried it away, I hoped nobody thought I intended to throw it through a window or something. It was a handy size for such a purpose. Then I thought if I saw somebody I knew and waved with that hand, it might look as if I was threatening them with a rock. But the other hand held a bag of Tabby’s poop. It was a lose/lose situation. Luckily, the walk was uneventful. I returned home and continue to search for more fruitful blog topics.
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