pears away

when we moved into the apartment, one of the most attractive features were the delicate blossoms covering the tree just outside our big livingroom window. it was like a sculptural element of our actual apartment, that added pretty-value. we were very sad to see those blossoms wither up and fall away. and curious when, from the empty boring branches, out sprung little green globules which our landlord kept insisting were "pears".

as with the blossoms, these "pears" have been growing ripe. all at once. and (unlike the flowers which did something lovely like dancing away in the breeze)they have been plopping on our hideous plastic awnings with THUNK! sounds. maybe that doesn't sound bad, because "thunk" is a somewhat comedic word. to be more specific, it is a sound halfway between a gunshot and an angry knock on a door. maybe more toward the gunshot end. now imagine that happening several times within a minute.

hippo (kitty) is staying with us while peter's family is staying with them. he likes sitting on the back of the sofa and making whiney vibrato noises at the squirrels. when a pear hits the awning he falls off the sofa and slinks around with his ears drawn back. unfortunately there is no way to tell a cat, "oh, it's just the pears."

nesting

rhianna got the room with all the cool (gross) nature.




Rhianna says:

The mega-important thing to remember when removing the deitritus of nature from your window sill is that you need to have a fan...behind you...blowing towards the outside. Or else random wind will blow the dust of 8 years of bird shit into your bedroom where you set up your brand new sheets.
A useful tool to do this shovelling is to have an old fireplace trowel that you found in your new apartment, which only has a fake fireplace which never held a fire. The old owner probably got it to shovel bird poop/eggs/dried pears out with and then never got around to it.

Kaylen....can we get a picture of that fake fireplace? My god it's beautiful.