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March 25 HAS SPRING SPRUNG?Okay, it is 6pm and I am sitting out on the balconey of the Penthouse enjoying warm, lovely weather.
Squirrels are scampering to and fro; the man next door is cutting his grass (seriously, it's March 25th and the dude is CUTTING his grass. dumbass), the lil bastards in the neighborhood are shrieking, cussing and thumping basketballs and a motorcycle roars by approximately once every 8 1/2 minutes.
Ahhhh......the sounds of spring!
Downstairs neighbor/possible serial killer has made himself scarce the whole weekend. Which is fine except for that little voice inside my head that says, "ummm, because the ground has thawed out?" Aw, who cares - as long as it's not my body he's burying, I'm content to sit here and blog.
I need some furniture out here befitting the balconey of the Penthouse. So far I only have one chair I brought with me from the Ghetto and frankly, it kills my ass and my back. I'd like a couple of comfy chairs and a little table. And some plants. Oh, and some ear plugs to drown out the sirens and the lil bastards playing basketball. I wish someone would teach them to play softball instead - mainly because I have seen no softball field near here, which means they'd have to go elsewhere to make noise.
I just noticed doofus mowing the grass is wearing headphones. Wonder what he listens to? Maybe he's learning Italian - I thought I saw his lips move. Ewww, he's a belly scratcher. Sometimes a penthouse view can backfire on ya. Good, he stopped mowing. No, wait, he's getting something off the back of his little moped thing (yeah, i know and he's like 60 or something). Crap, it's a grass blower. Sigh. Well, it IS sunday and there's a bible verse (i think) about making joyful noise unto the Lord. Of course, "joyful" is a relative term.
Either the lil bastards playing basketball have been called home to eat hamburger helper or the grass blower is drowning them out.
Bellyscratching man just made a signal to someone across the street. Could've been a wave or it could've been a signal to set off some fireworks.
Last night, I sat out here for hours, until my toes got cold. I had my ear buds in, my mp3 player tuned to a classical station (who knew??) and gazed at the stars. Surprisingly enough, despite the glare from the Waffle House, the fire station and other assorted lights, I was able to see the stars.
Fuck. Now, some other lil bastards have gotten ahold of a soccer ball. Are they playing soccer? Nope. They are playing some Moronic City game that involves bouncing the ball, throwing it at each other and shrieking. Ha, one of them just ran into a sign. SCORE!
Urban living may have it perks (not around here of course, but some urban place) but right now, the country's looking pretty good.
Nothing has bloomed, the trees are still bare - but cut my legs off and call me shorty, I believe spring is HERE!
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