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Aug. 21st, 2004 03:57 pmMy neighbors across the sidewalk are having a barbecue. There are several kids over there, at least one of whom has a whistle, and another of whom has some toy or other that includes a fire engine siren. I haven't been home much since that started. For some reason, the whole situation (including the fact that I can choose not to be home) amuses me. I'm in a strange frame of mind.
When I went grocery shopping, I noticed a guy in the movie theater parking lot selling bonsai trees. I caved in and bought one. If I can keep it alive until Christmas, it'll be a minor miracle for one thing, and a substitute Christmas tree for another. I haven't tried to keep anything more complicated than my jade plant alive for quite a while. The jade plant seems to be just fine, even though it hasn't been watered in three weeks. It's not even wilted. Go figure.
I should go collect the laundry and take myself off to the laundromat. I managed to come out exactly even laundry-wise this trip, which is kind of nifty, but it means that everything I brought with me is now dirty laundry. I sort of wish I'd had luggage space for one of the pairs of pants I bought last week, because today I'm in my "starving grad student" disguise (clean, but threadbare, and not quite fit for appearing in public, but I do it anyway because I have no choice).
The whistle-and-siren convention across the way has turned into a who-can-yell-louder convention. Definitely time to go do laundry.
When I went grocery shopping, I noticed a guy in the movie theater parking lot selling bonsai trees. I caved in and bought one. If I can keep it alive until Christmas, it'll be a minor miracle for one thing, and a substitute Christmas tree for another. I haven't tried to keep anything more complicated than my jade plant alive for quite a while. The jade plant seems to be just fine, even though it hasn't been watered in three weeks. It's not even wilted. Go figure.
I should go collect the laundry and take myself off to the laundromat. I managed to come out exactly even laundry-wise this trip, which is kind of nifty, but it means that everything I brought with me is now dirty laundry. I sort of wish I'd had luggage space for one of the pairs of pants I bought last week, because today I'm in my "starving grad student" disguise (clean, but threadbare, and not quite fit for appearing in public, but I do it anyway because I have no choice).
The whistle-and-siren convention across the way has turned into a who-can-yell-louder convention. Definitely time to go do laundry.
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Date: 2004-08-21 04:00 pm (UTC)As to idiots with sirens, that's why college towns suck.
Hey, at least it isn't fireworks...
in Amherst there were students who used to play with them in the open field outside my window in the last apartment I had there.
At 4 am.
After I called the cops every time they did it, they stopped, audibly grumblingly.
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Date: 2004-08-21 04:24 pm (UTC)