Sunday morning coming down
On Friday, I went in search of a shady, grassy knoll to take pictures of my latest Garanimal. I saw more of my neighborhood than was probably healthy.
Brother Mendel's theories in action!
Last year, these people landscaped the outside of their building with a mix of Iceberg floribunda roses and some kind of red rose that died off. I guess the red roses had some hot bee action before they passed on. This photo also demonstrates these assholes' complete inability to deadhead their roses which really, really irks me. Irks me to the point where last year I went over in the middle of the night with leather gloves and secateurs and deadheaded half of their bushes before I got tired and also scared since that street at 2:30 in the morning was filled with bugs, shiftless youths, regular and crazy homeless people and police.
Also seen was this crazy thing. I thought they might be feral vanilla beans but they didn't smell like it and this tree was otherwise un-beany and the trunk and limbs had no vines on them.
If I saw this at night I would probably run away screaming and feel it brushing against my shoulder blades as I ran.
Which led me to my destination:
It did not occur to me that they might not appreciate someone roaming their grounds with a camera. I drew an audience. An unsmiling audience. An audience suspicious of a homeless-looking git with a moronic face, an "I gave blood" sticker (there's a Red Cross on the grounds) and a doll. I didn't want to be on any future training videos or watchlists so I opted to walk away slowly with my hands in plain sight.
I was not the only person unhappy with them.
They must get that a lot.
Other unexpected flora, phlox on the freeway.
Not terribly exciting, maybe, but I like seeing anything other than ice plants flowering there. Yaaaaaaaaay, phlox!
It was a lot harder to find a patch of green lawn than I would've expected. Well, a patch of green lawn that someone isn't living on. There was a park nearby, across the street from the Fox Sports building but that was mostly a campground. I thought it was strange that the parking lot was full. Why are all the spaces facing the street occupied when there's no one at the park who doesn't already live there? And why did some of the cars have people inside, lined up like they were going to watch a drive-in movie? My guess, judging from the one guy being blown by a woman I assume was not his wife, was that this was the nooner lot for the local area offices. Some people were eating their lunch in their cars too and one guy in a city truck was asleep so maybe it was just an all purpose pretend-it's-your-living-room parking lot. I made sure to only look straight ahead as I walked past to go up the street but I did notice two kids smoking pot on the side of some building.
Eisenhowever, right across the street and up-aways is another park! I did not even know there was one there since the entrance is flanked by two big buildings (one a City building) but I noticed two ladies with strollers walk into it. There must have been some sort of powwow between the degenerates and the mommies to divvy up the parklands ("Stay off the Westside! That's Cookie Kwan's territory!") because this park had no homeless people, etc. only little kids and their caretakers. Oh and squirrels. Evil, evil squirrels. Fortunately, all the little kids kept the squirrels occupied by chasing them down and trying to catch one, egged on by their caretakers. I would've liked to have seen what would've happened if they'd actually caught one, would nanny still be smiling and encouraging? The kids weren't fast enough though.
I was left pretty much alone. I kept an ear out for anyone calling 9-1-1 or forming a mob but nothing like that happened. Of course, when I was done and had packed up everything and turned around, there was a small crowd of women, children and a couple of city workers in a clump who all suddenly turned away and pretended to be busy doing something else. Except for the city workers, they kept smiling at me and the children were still open-mouthed and staring. I didn't say anything.
All for little Shota, a Frankenblythe with an unfortunate name. And a traumatic eye injury.
Brother Mendel's theories in action!
Last year, these people landscaped the outside of their building with a mix of Iceberg floribunda roses and some kind of red rose that died off. I guess the red roses had some hot bee action before they passed on. This photo also demonstrates these assholes' complete inability to deadhead their roses which really, really irks me. Irks me to the point where last year I went over in the middle of the night with leather gloves and secateurs and deadheaded half of their bushes before I got tired and also scared since that street at 2:30 in the morning was filled with bugs, shiftless youths, regular and crazy homeless people and police.
Also seen was this crazy thing. I thought they might be feral vanilla beans but they didn't smell like it and this tree was otherwise un-beany and the trunk and limbs had no vines on them.
If I saw this at night I would probably run away screaming and feel it brushing against my shoulder blades as I ran.
Which led me to my destination:
It did not occur to me that they might not appreciate someone roaming their grounds with a camera. I drew an audience. An unsmiling audience. An audience suspicious of a homeless-looking git with a moronic face, an "I gave blood" sticker (there's a Red Cross on the grounds) and a doll. I didn't want to be on any future training videos or watchlists so I opted to walk away slowly with my hands in plain sight.
I was not the only person unhappy with them.
They must get that a lot.
Other unexpected flora, phlox on the freeway.
Not terribly exciting, maybe, but I like seeing anything other than ice plants flowering there. Yaaaaaaaaay, phlox!
It was a lot harder to find a patch of green lawn than I would've expected. Well, a patch of green lawn that someone isn't living on. There was a park nearby, across the street from the Fox Sports building but that was mostly a campground. I thought it was strange that the parking lot was full. Why are all the spaces facing the street occupied when there's no one at the park who doesn't already live there? And why did some of the cars have people inside, lined up like they were going to watch a drive-in movie? My guess, judging from the one guy being blown by a woman I assume was not his wife, was that this was the nooner lot for the local area offices. Some people were eating their lunch in their cars too and one guy in a city truck was asleep so maybe it was just an all purpose pretend-it's-your-living-room parking lot. I made sure to only look straight ahead as I walked past to go up the street but I did notice two kids smoking pot on the side of some building.
Eisenhowever, right across the street and up-aways is another park! I did not even know there was one there since the entrance is flanked by two big buildings (one a City building) but I noticed two ladies with strollers walk into it. There must have been some sort of powwow between the degenerates and the mommies to divvy up the parklands ("Stay off the Westside! That's Cookie Kwan's territory!") because this park had no homeless people, etc. only little kids and their caretakers. Oh and squirrels. Evil, evil squirrels. Fortunately, all the little kids kept the squirrels occupied by chasing them down and trying to catch one, egged on by their caretakers. I would've liked to have seen what would've happened if they'd actually caught one, would nanny still be smiling and encouraging? The kids weren't fast enough though.
I was left pretty much alone. I kept an ear out for anyone calling 9-1-1 or forming a mob but nothing like that happened. Of course, when I was done and had packed up everything and turned around, there was a small crowd of women, children and a couple of city workers in a clump who all suddenly turned away and pretended to be busy doing something else. Except for the city workers, they kept smiling at me and the children were still open-mouthed and staring. I didn't say anything.
All for little Shota, a Frankenblythe with an unfortunate name. And a traumatic eye injury.
Labels: Blythe, Great Outdoors, Paranoia
posted by CMURB at 3:11 AM
2 Comments:
It's always adventure with you, isn't it? You can't just go for a simple walk around the block?
This was a simple walk around the block. If I was looking for adventure, I would have spoken to some of these people.
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