Circular Logic

You know that feeling when time flies while also creeping by at a snail’s pace?  That’s been my week. I swear, it’s been the longest decade to ever fly by. Anyway, I know I owe you a proper blog entry, but instead, you’re getting a photo.

It’s been rainy and windy here this week, and I say that to sort of maybe explain the below. I came across this one day late this week, smack dab in the middle of the walk leading to my office’s door.

Now, I know that this interesting sight was caused by a little whirlwind — the leaves spinning around and landing in a perfect circle because of a small pocket of turbulence where the air currents were forming a little eddy. But the dreamer in me prefers to think of fairies or wind sprites playing in the early morning mist… though what they were doing in a business park, I have no idea.

It was a bit sad that upon heading home that day, the leaves were back to their boring positions spread slapdash across the walk. But there for a moment, Mother Nature’s artistry sure made a dull day brighter.

Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

Okay, so I’m just going to put this out there… why did no one tell me about this!?  And just so we’re clear, I don’t forgive you. This is information that EVERYONE should have. Selfish.

yes, that is sliced chocolate! click photo for the lowdown on this incredibly convenient sweet treat – oh, and there’s chocolate and apple butter/chocolate flavors and both contain 1.3% alcohol content, so even better!

 

 

 

Never Lonely

Who’s watching
Tell me who’s watching
Who’s watching me
I always feel like somebody’s watchin’ me
And I have no privacy 
I always feel like somebody’s watchin’ me
Tell me is it just a dream
I always feel like somebody’s watchin’ me
And I have no privacy
I always feel like somebody’s watchin’ me
Who’s playing tricks on me? 
 
 
 
*song lyrics: Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell
 
 
 
 
 

Young at Heart

I’m not sure if I mentioned this before or not but living directly next door to me is a cute little old lady, nice as can be and maybe 500 years old. I’m kidding, of course. I have no idea how old she is, she might only be 250 years old for all I know. I’m bad at guessing these things.  I’d be a horrible carnival guess-your-age-and-weight barker. You’re 72 and 300 pounds!  Oh? Really?  25 and 120?  My bad.

But I do know that my lovely neighbor is elderly enough and frail enough that when I don’t see her for a few days, I’m concerned for her wellbeing.

Yesterday evening I saw her meandering up the sidewalk with her cane from wayyyy on the other side of the parking lot where she had parked her car. We spoke and I asked why she parked so far away when there was a spot(s) right up front, where, ahem, my own car was parked.

Welp.

Apparently, she likes to park as far away from our building as she can… she does this everywhere she goes as a means of walking and getting exercise and generally staying healthy. Evidently, she even exercises at home (which explains the catchy old school aerobics music wafting through the building’s foyer).

Meanwhile, my lazy fat ass parks as close as humanly possible to every building I visit to save myself the effort of walking even the smallest distance, or, you know, expending any energy whatsoever.

I think maybe the wrong person is keeping an eye out for the wrong person in this scenario.