And of course today is ultra bright and sunny, to the point where I can't even look out the window, the intensity of the light hurts. And 62 degrees, too. Crazy.
So I mostly have spent the weekend hiding and trying to not answer the phone, which has been ringing incessantly. I really don't want to talk to anyone.
Yesterday's discovery is interesting, tho. Someone has been on the north end of the sea wall, building stone piles....towers? Cairns, maybe. Not sure what to call them. Someone I know told me that Vancouver has a couple of people who do this all over the place up there. Maybe they visited us. Or maybe someone who has been to Vancouver is here now. Who knows. But it's another interesting thing being built here, maybe a more lasting alternative to the wooden beachhenge conglomerations of driftwood that tend to pop up in various places.
The wooden star in the second picture (on the post near the road) is one of the ones that were mounted all over town by some group after Sandy, to encourage us to persevere or something. I think they called the project determination, and each one is hand painted and unique. Mostly they are nailed to the telephone poles along Ocean Ave. I don't think there are any close to my house; I suppose I didn't deserve encouragement, or something. Whatever.
Which begs the question, should I still call those things telephone poles? We don't have copper wire based phones here anymore, it is all VOIP running thru Comcast or Verizon. So they could be electric poles, or maybe cable poles. Or something. The biggest difference being, when the power goes out now, like it does pretty frequently, there is no phone service at all, and the cell phone service here sucks, so it's really kind of difficult to call in the power outage. Whoever decided this was a good thing ought to be taken out and shot.
Progress my ass.
Basta. Enough of being negative, it's mostly from the headache. This too shall pass. Any minute now would be good.
