Nanook is lording over all of the toys right now. All of the toys worth having, anyway. The stuffed porcupine is under his elbow, a paw is draped casually over a bone and he’s resting his greedy little chin on the red chew toy. Ludo, while no doubt as impressed as I with the totality of Nanook’s reign, is quietly losing his mind.
Just after 7 and it’s pretty dark out. But not quite dark enough. I read an interesting article the other day about how humans probably used to have a very different sleep pattern than we try to enjoy today. As it was difficult to be productive after the sun went down, people would go to sleep for several hours, wake up for two or three hours and accomplish all kinds from the academic to the…familial, and then go back to sleep. This waking period was also used to surreptitiously accomplish somewhat shadier activities. So I might take a nap.
My neighborhood has and enforces a number of rules that I don’t appreciate.
-“no bringing more than 2 non-resident people into the pool area”
-“no using the dogpark when it’s dark out” (I freely admit that I’d love the mess out of this rule if I lived near it)
-“no throwing furniture into the trash area”
Ignore, ignore and ignore.
Last time I ignored the last rule, they caught me and it was most inconvenient. This time, I will wait for the cover of darkness. On a Sunday, when staff supposedly leaves at 1pm. Some of them could live here actually, which I only just thought of, hm…
Well, whatever – these chairs have got to go. Several months ago, I saved two cool looking mid-century chairs from an unknown fate. Both are in fairly good structural condition, both need to be reupholstered badly, both smell a little bit and both have been doing nothing but collecting dog hair since I brought them inside.
There is a very wide gulf between my intentions and my output. It sometimes takes me awhile, but I do eventually bridge this gap with – I was going to say common sense, but that’s not quite accurate: maybe it’s better to say an alternate course of action. Rather than spend money that I don’t have on fabric that I haven’t been able to find and use reupholstering equipment that I don’t possess during free time that I generally squander on less constructive activities to bring these chairs back to life, I’m going to put them in the trash area vestibule and hope that someone else takes them.
Unless I get caught. Not sure what I’ll do then.