Up My Feet
Thursday. They're stapling chicken wire over the tar paper they attached to the wooden exterior of the building. Once they've finished they'll spread stucco and give it a couple of coats of paint, which means they're not going to be finishing up any time soon. I know they're expecting rain starting this evening and continuing through the weekend. I wonder if that means they'll put off any stuccoing today and wait until the rain stops or if it's even a factor? Maybe I'll learn. Then again, maybe I won't. Lots of mystery here for a Thursday I'm thinking.
Let's see. They're finally finishing up work on the alley in front of my building this morning, running a gas line and installing a meter. Or is it an electrical line? Gas line. Must be. Either way no hot water in the apartment.
Lunch later with Ms. V for an update on our various arts and lives. I'll be driving rather than taking a bus, the toes being better, but I'm still inching around in a hobble. I'll be more mobile in another week, methinks. No need to hurry. No need to worry. More time for naps.
So you're not getting any exercise?
Nothing new there.
A not particularly original thought as I watch the financial “crisis”: A trillion or so dollars is a lot of dollars and it's instructive to observe the various interests go after them. “Snap! Snap!” My guess is most of it will go out to the wrong people or go out in a way to the right people that ultimately isn't productive with no pay back for the taxpayers other than the hangover of picking up the tab and giving it to our children. Your children. It's obvious we don't see much of what's really happening: who's meeting with whom, how the bargains are struck, how the deals are marketed to us because if we did we'd be appalled. Not that we'd do anything, you understand, but at least we'd be appalled. For a while. For a day or so. Can't spend all your time being appalled what with the holidays coming.
OK, I deleted my “oil companies (the bastards) charge fifty cents a gallon more in California than in the rest of the nation” screed written to add local color to my otherwise pristine analysis. Wonderful stuff, but I agree. I wouldn't wade through it myself as cogent and wonderful as it was.
Later. A good lunch after finding a parking spot across from the office, the company business off, I'm told, by some ungodly amount and everyone's wondering if their job is secure. The usual stuff. The sore toe is feeling better, though, back now with Ms. Emmy on my lap (it's cool today, overcast, and a warm lap makes for a friendlier cat) time to settle in and put up my feet.