things that are stupid

On Valentines Day, one lane of the grocery store in my neighborhood had an arch over the approach decorated with balloons, flowers, and streamers, and labeled “Lovers’ Lane” (possibly apostropheless). That lane had no shoppers in it, even though the other lanes were full. I didn’t go in it either. And I was not pregnant when I left the store.

Today I wrote page numbers on my expensive street map book. A pen had leaked ink onto the top corner right where the page numbers all were, rendering it nearly useless at night. (In direct sunlight a person could hold the map book up to the light tilting it this way and that and kinda sorta still see the page numbers, which is how I corrected the situation with a grubby pencil stub today, wanting to get something extremely useful done in the shortest possible time .)

WHEW. Now a person can look up a street, read “81 F4” and not have to just start weeping and decide to go home instead. In this map book’s index, the streets are alphabetized including the direction. First all the EAST streets are indexed, then all the NORTH ones, then the NORTHEAST ones...etc. Is that normal? Somehow it sort of seems like shuffling a deck of cards by shuffling all the clubs... then shuffling all the hearts...then shuffling all the spades...then shuffling all the diamonds.

Moss farm in my neighborhood.



The moss is nurtured on a base of parking lot. Look how they have it fenced in so none escapes. I wish I lived in one of those row houses in the background, so I could see when the moss harvesting machines arrive one morning, and the leprechauns hop out with their fire extinguishers which are required by law to put out any fires that start as a result of the metal blades scra-a-a-a-ping across the blacktop.