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Thursday, August 15th, 2024 06:29 pmWas going to the super today but at the crosswalk there was a guy in a motorized wheelchair trying to maneuver around one of those big ass recycle bins, that the garbage guys had left at the curb. Add to this, the curb slopes to allow, yanno, people in wheelchairs to cross the intersection, but of course maneuvering sideways on a slope is an invitation to disaster. Is why half the time I walk on the left or wrong side of the sidewalk with my walker, because any old driveway can change my balance. So anyway I parked my walker and womanhandled the bin up onto the very tiny front lawn of the house and guy was able to go on his way. But this is why I hope I never need a scooter or wheelchair of any description. It's bad enough gettine around on garbage days. There's one garbage man who pushes the bins back to the lawnline (and who was all prepared to put my bin back by the porch the other week, bless him) but mostly the guys are just trying to get the work done to schedule.
I wonder if there's something up with Signora down the street. Signora gardens, and in this rainy summer her flowers ran riot. Her front yard was a profusion of pink and purple, with the trumpety flowers, whose name I don't know, growing taller than I am. (Mrs Islamic Studies has them in her yard, as does the Greek gardener, and they're growing next door to Mrs. IS in the garden of the house that's been a-renovating for at least a year, I think, where nobody is tending them at all.) But as I was coming back from shopping I stopped to say hi to Signora and-- wondered why she was in the wrong yard. Only she wasn't. She'd removed all her flowers-- every single one-- and left only bare earth. 'Too crowded', she said. Signora doesn't speak much English which doesn't stop her from telling me things, though my opera Italian usually can't make much sense of it. But it's odd how much I mind the disappearance of those lovely flowers. The walls of bonny Portmore, indeed. You'd think she'd just cut some back if she thought the garden was getting out of hand. Is why I wonder why she went scorched earth this time.
Made it to the library for a hold. My email is on the fritz: either DDOS or a Microsoft-like update, so I don't get reminders from the library or the physio, or bills like the Hydro, she says grimly. Thus I go to the webpages and check manually, as it were. But it's supposed to rain and thunder all weekend, starting tomorrow, so I picked up a few mysteries to tide me through. We shall see what actually happens, given what a bust Debby was. I can live with busts. What I'd hoped to do was get to the AGO for the Rembrandt exhibit, and the Reference Library which holds a number of non-circulating Ferrars. Ferrars is a fast read so even I should be able to get through one in an afternoon. But of course, rain forecasted.
I wonder if there's something up with Signora down the street. Signora gardens, and in this rainy summer her flowers ran riot. Her front yard was a profusion of pink and purple, with the trumpety flowers, whose name I don't know, growing taller than I am. (Mrs Islamic Studies has them in her yard, as does the Greek gardener, and they're growing next door to Mrs. IS in the garden of the house that's been a-renovating for at least a year, I think, where nobody is tending them at all.) But as I was coming back from shopping I stopped to say hi to Signora and-- wondered why she was in the wrong yard. Only she wasn't. She'd removed all her flowers-- every single one-- and left only bare earth. 'Too crowded', she said. Signora doesn't speak much English which doesn't stop her from telling me things, though my opera Italian usually can't make much sense of it. But it's odd how much I mind the disappearance of those lovely flowers. The walls of bonny Portmore, indeed. You'd think she'd just cut some back if she thought the garden was getting out of hand. Is why I wonder why she went scorched earth this time.
Made it to the library for a hold. My email is on the fritz: either DDOS or a Microsoft-like update, so I don't get reminders from the library or the physio, or bills like the Hydro, she says grimly. Thus I go to the webpages and check manually, as it were. But it's supposed to rain and thunder all weekend, starting tomorrow, so I picked up a few mysteries to tide me through. We shall see what actually happens, given what a bust Debby was. I can live with busts. What I'd hoped to do was get to the AGO for the Rembrandt exhibit, and the Reference Library which holds a number of non-circulating Ferrars. Ferrars is a fast read so even I should be able to get through one in an afternoon. But of course, rain forecasted.
