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Feb. 4th, 2009 06:43 pmMy patio is a place of mystery.
Ever since the garden-person pulled down the trees that shielded me from the major road, I have kept my curtains mostly shut and limited my time out there. The other night, however, I had to get those dripping wet clothes onto the line in a hurry because the washing machine was not functioning and it was late. I forgot to put on clothes and anyone walking along said major road copped an eyeful of me in a fine black t-shirt and nothing much else.
Since the trees went, the patio has taken on a half-life of its own. Sometimes a stranger sits down on my steps and drinks a half bottle of Coke and leaves the rest behind for me to find. I have discovered several children's balls there and thrown them over the nearest fence that hides children. Once someone swept half of it (why half?).
Today I found one of my plastic potted plants mysteriously placed decoratively on my plastic table. Either a passer-by decided that the poor plant needed a home, or another passer-by appreciated my very bare legs the other night and wanted to pay tribute.
Ever since the garden-person pulled down the trees that shielded me from the major road, I have kept my curtains mostly shut and limited my time out there. The other night, however, I had to get those dripping wet clothes onto the line in a hurry because the washing machine was not functioning and it was late. I forgot to put on clothes and anyone walking along said major road copped an eyeful of me in a fine black t-shirt and nothing much else.
Since the trees went, the patio has taken on a half-life of its own. Sometimes a stranger sits down on my steps and drinks a half bottle of Coke and leaves the rest behind for me to find. I have discovered several children's balls there and thrown them over the nearest fence that hides children. Once someone swept half of it (why half?).
Today I found one of my plastic potted plants mysteriously placed decoratively on my plastic table. Either a passer-by decided that the poor plant needed a home, or another passer-by appreciated my very bare legs the other night and wanted to pay tribute.