Noticing

I must have driven – or been driven – past that building a hundred times or more and I can’t recall ever noticing the disappearing edge fountain in front. It’s really quite a remarkable effect, one of the best I’ve ever seen and I wish the bus hadn’t moved me past it quite so quickly. I’ll look again tomorrow.

If you walk instead of drive to the neighborhood grocery, you might become aware of the hidey-holes cleared out under some of the trees along 36th. Homeless people have hollowed them out to create living space out of the rain and close to the prime begging corners.  There’s this whole mini-village down there close along the frontage road.

The guy in the office across the park and half a building over has about twenty trophies lining his windowsill. Don’t know what they’re all about. Might be a design firm, considering most of the tenants of that edifice. So maybe he’s a creative genius. Or a trophy salesman.

One of the young toughs who makes everyone else uncomfortable at the bus stop at Third and Pine is also one of the perennial chess players in Westlake Park just a block away and good friends with a couple of the oldsters who make the Park their homes away from home. Wonder which him is him?

Someone left a size eleven shoe at the bus stop. I would have thought shoe losers would be more in the nine range, but go figure.

 There’s a bird trying like mad to build a nest under the garage eves adjacent to our office / spare bedroom. There’s really not enough ledge to make a start but the poor thing keeps trying, piling twigs laboriously one or two at time until it reaches the tipping point at which time the whole shebang falls down on the ground. The bird returns holding another twig and deposits it as though nothing was amiss and the process continues.  This is one stupid bird. Determined. But stupid.

I need to replace the weather stripping around the front entry door.