Laundry lunatic
The neat thing about walking through the Farm every day is that I get to
appreciate the change in seasons in a totally different way than if I walked
through the city. I have seen the sun set over a field of corn, and I have
watched ducks swim in the rivers and ponds created by winter runoff. For the
past few months, I have watched geese gather their forces in preparation to
fly to warmer climes.
Yesterday I saw pigeons. Now, I'm not a big fan of the pigeon. I think that
they are ugly and disease-ridden, and I curse the arrogant royal who was
stupid enough to bring them to North America.
But what I saw yesterday was enough to alter my view somewhat.
The final harvest is in and all the fields have been turned over. This is as
good a time as any for birds to dig through the softened soil in search of
food.
Yesterday morning, I watched a flock of pigeons do this, admiring their
synchronous flight pattern whenever they were disturbed. The causes of this
disturbance were usually the addition of another flock of birds, and this
happened every few minutes. Each time a new flock of pigeons arrived, twenty
or so more birds had been added to the group.
Finally, as one, five hundred birds took flight and crossed the road down
which I was walking. I found myself cringing involuntarily when the sound of
a thousand flapping wings surrounded me, as it was reminiscent of a Hitchcock
film.
This airborne sea of birds landed in a field close to where I would be passing
by. As I approached the flock, I watched them adjust and readjust themselves,
like an undulating silver sea. It was probably one of the coolest things I
have ever seen.
Something that's not cool is the high-handed behaviour of a certain Wayner,
who, in his arrogance, has decided that Jen and I must attend a party at the
Chateau Laurier on 16 December, 6-9 PM, held by the company from which we
purchase title insurance. GRRRRRR! I can think of seven thousand other
things I would rather be doing than going to a party with my BOSS. But Jen
said it's free, and it's open bar, so it can't be all bad. I hope, as she
said, there will be many other hapless employees stuck there, like ourselves.
I just wish, as my attendance is mandatory, apparently, that I would at least
get paid (maybe overtime, as it's after hours?) for this garbage.
Wow, this was the fastest post ever. Back to work before the Wayner emerges
from his lair!
2:20 PM
The Wayner is brushing his teeth. For real. With a toothbrush. Imagine
that. So this will be another lightning post.
Coming back from lunch, Jen and I stood waiting for the light at the corner of
Byron and Churchill. There's a laundromat there, and a small child was
standing in front of the glass door. She was cute and energetic, so I
watched her for a bit, until it became apparent that she was LICKING THE
DOOR. This is almost as bad as eating toothpaste. In pointing her out to
Jen, the child thought I was waving at her, so she began to jump up and down
whilst waving and simultaneously licking the glass. She continued in this
fashion, weaving back and forth with her tongue being the only contact between
her and the outside world, until her mother caught on and removed her. But
she had those blinky shoes, with the red lights. If you can find any of those
in adult women's 7-8, or men's 5-6, Christmas is only a month away . . .
5:43 PM
Still a little grumpy. Before lunch, the Wayner chastised me for something
that wasn't my fault. See, I had this Motion ready to file, and I put it in
his inbox for his final approval. He took it out of the box and it was lost
in the pile of paper that is his desk. As a result, it's now past time for
filing it at the Courthouse, so we're essentially screwed. Apparently, this
is all my problem, because I'm an idiot, and wasn't psychic enough to
anticipate his thoughts. *sigh*
And I was supposed to see
Cait tonight, but she's got an ear
infection and third year ECON is getting her down, so I've booked her for
Sunday. I guess I'll have to make due with the ol' ball and chain instead. ;)
Posted by Ally at November 25, 2004 10:28 PM