Christmas Zombies

So this post has nothing to do with Zombies. Nor really about Christmas, other than the fact that is is 4 weeks away. But here is a photo as to not disappoint. Dont ask me to make them or where to purchase them though. I just dont know these things.

But how good are days with sun and the smell of warmth. Today is one of those days and I look out and see a handyman cutting away at some board on his balcony. Another guy reading a newspaper rather awkwardly as he is standing up and leaning down and over onto a table that the newspaper is resting upon, about a foot off the ground. I dont usually read papers like that but hey, I am not everybody. Nor is he. One floor down, a lady is wiping down her BBQ, an almost religious ritual, preparing for a cultural summer feast.

Then there is me. Sitting on my balcony, oh and great, I have only one shoe on. How did this even happen? Sitting on my balcony, leaning on my wobbly table and watching my bean plants. There is one small beetle on one of the leaves, shading itself and probably destroying my bean plant. But I gave him/her a home and probably their larvae so hey, things are looking up. I am a provider of homes, so pretty much, I am a real estate agent. The best kind, as I dont ask for money, just the simple pleasure of watching my tenants whenever I want. There is a praying mantis of some sort on the coriander, but I am pretty sure it is a crap tenant. Why? Cause the plant isbrown and dying. Or is the landlord/real estate agent just hopeless at their job? Cannot even provide sufficient water service.

Alright, think I have ran enough with that whole thing and also realised it sounds kinda creepy. But here is a great representation of the prey mantis and I. Except I am not a cat and I am not as malevolent as the cat. And the praying mantis on my plant is about 10 x smaller than this species and not in the grass. I dont have grass on my balcony. And my hair isn’t white. Think thats it…

Speaking of running. I like to do that sometimes.

I started back doing a Fed Square shift (Melbourne’s meeting place) working as an Event Supervisor. It was great to be up and running around doing things, as opposed to sitting at my desk all day. Felt good. Like being in the middle of constructing a lego pirate ship. What will it look like in the end? What it does on the packet?

Working on Chapter Three at the moment. Keep an eye out.

Wind can be strong.

Our balcony didn’t do this, we also do not live in a hotel.

A set of strong winds just hit. That led to a flat piece of wooden furniture on the balcony flying over and down into the downstairs neighbours balcony. It was a considerate enough piece of furniture to land down on that balcony and not one to the left. The one to the left has a giant glass table. I think it is karma, since I rescued this piece of furniture out of the gutter. Somehow Cal let me.

The only problem is that these neighbours are the ones we think dobbed on us about having some items in our parking spot downstairs. This will just give them fuel. So I wrote a letter in my twelve-year-old looking writing, and sticky taped it to their front door, saying sorry and stuff and hoping to get the gutter furniture back. Then swiftly walked away, in case they were home and caught me. Which would mean an actual conversation, we dont want that.

Ok the word furniture is a loose term. Its a few planks of wood nailed together that leans against our wall on the balcony. Probably why it was in the gutter, waiting for the garbage truck. It weighs about 15 KG, and somehow still got over the balcony railing. It totally would have killed anyone, if they had been basking in the rain and wind below. Thankfully no one was, though a snail COULD have been. Or an overfed dog.

I returned home a little later, with the piece of wood leaning against our front door. Saved. Now to find some kind of strap in the street to fasten it to the wall.

The junk wood left against our door by the neighbour.

It is an odd time of year.