the domestic side of things

[redbird]

• I bundled up months' worth of magazines, catalogs, and the odd newspaper, and took them out to the compactor room. This is one of those odd tasks that doesn't take long, but gets put off until there are two large bundles' worth.


• I carried out a bucket of water, for the snapdragons and marigolds I have under two trees outside the building. Someone stopped to chat, and I remarked that putting the plants in was the easy part: it's keeping them watered that's complicated. We then discussed the possibility of rain. In doing the watering, I noticed a new sprout. I'm not sure yet what it is, but the shape of the leaves makes me think it might be clover. This would be a very good thing: I've actually considered digging clover from some odd corner of park or street and transplanting it, because the soil badly needs the help.


• In between discussing such deep and meaningful concepts as a new brand of iced tea and the appeal of cheetahs as housepets, I mentioned to L. that roadnotes sent the Dubious Ex a letter telling him to fuck off. This led to where the Dubious Ex is living, L.'s comment that she doesn't think of D.E.'s roommate as existing in the same space-time continuum as I do (because she stopped running into him before she and I started hanging out together), and my observation that, really, he doesn't: it's only three blocks, but if people who live nearby don't come up and over the hill to the park, I don't see them.