Monday, April 11, 2016
still-sound 223. String lights
After work yesterday my friend Rachel and I went for a run in Elysian Park. It was the third week in a row and I looked forward to it, so much so that when I discovered that I forgot to bring running shorts with me to work that morning, I stopped by Target and bought a new pair. The new shorts are dark gray, baggy and not something I would ever choose unless presented with few options. I also bought some outdoor string lights, the same kind Brennan has in his garden.
Rachel and I chatted through most of the three and a half mile route through a newly refreshed park - it had rained all weekend. I kept the tag on the shorts because I intend to return them. I might encounter problems when returning because I can't find the receipt. I keep all receipts - I have boxes full of them. It's odd that I can't find this one.
When I got home I started to string the new lights on the fig tree in the garden. Vito the cat was there and watched me for a short while. My mother came out of her house as the sun was going down. I asked her if she liked the lights. She laughed a little and said "It looks like Christmas! I love it". As it became darker outside the cedar fence next to the fig tree took on a brighter amber glow.
I picked Rob up from Union Station a bit after 10 pm. He just got in from Seattle and took the Flyaway bus from the airport. When I pulled into the driveway at home I pointed out the new feature of the garden. Rob came out of the car and walked towards the fig tree. "It's great! It looks like Christmas!"