A Daily Thing

For about three weeks I judged my neighbours a few floors down as slobs (not the ones who disposed of my Lisa Simpson, ones another floor below).  I have a good view of their balcony and in one corner, there was a mound of something; and it wasn’t going away.  So I was thinking: ‘Frankly it’s a disgrace to leave a broken chair or some damaged wood just like that shoved in a corner.  Whatever happened to diligently getting rid of your trash?’.

It took my brain three weeks to register that what I was looking at wasn’t trash, but two abstracted sculptures of pelicans.  At least if it had been trash it would have gone away at some point.  The damn pelicans are here to stay.  So fine: they’re not slobs.  But I still judge them for having horrible taste in outdoor furnishing.