Tuesday, October 11, 2005

I'd like to shed some light on this


People do strange things. Today I found an abandoned door with a lock on it by the path next to the blog train station. So did someone plan this? So does MasterShedDitcher's train of thought go this way? "See, I have this "hot" door and to avoid being caught in possession of said door, I have to get rid of it. So I am going to enlist my buddy Fetch to help carry it. One ridiculously rainy weekend in the dead of night we're going to drag it up the gravelly path by the station and we're going to heave it over the railing and dump it. And then hightail it out there."

This makes no sense to me. Nearby there is a stretch of land where it would be so much easier to leave the stuff, so I wonder why they went to so much trouble to ditch it where they did. Seems an odd thing to do myself, but then I don't go round dumping parts of a shed round the neighbourhood. I am wondering where the rest of it lies. Unless they stole it from someone's back garden. So that may mean it's kids messing about after several six packs of beer. I'll keep my eyes peeled for a half a shed next to a vegetable patch. Well I guess it would save money on locks for the garden shed considering there is now no door.


Of course I can't resist this. Another dead umbrella. This one looks quite forlorn with a dead transit ticket lying on top of it. I'm wondering if somewhere there is a home for deceased umbrellas. Or perhaps they could be recycled into something useful or artistic. In our rainy city we see so many. Once they have reached their useful life they get dumped - usually by the side of the blogtrain station. I see a public art project in the works, made entirely out of dead umbrellas.

Sunday, October 02, 2005



Gregoire and I were walking along the path by the blogtrain last night. Ostensibly it was for exercise but there's a little shop about quarter of a mile away that sells a fine selection of icecream. In our minds, it justifies the walk, but then the acquired calories probably defeat the whole purpose of the walk. But the heck with it, when I see a Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia, I am lost.



Anyway back to the path. It gets quite dark in a couple of spots along by the railway. One day I am sure I will find a body down there. Today there were some toadstools, but no bodies.


And somebody had dumped a large fern that had been taken from a store. Who knows why they dumped it half way along the path. It seemed a shame. If you're going to go to the trouble of shoplifting such a plant, least you could do would be to give it some care and attention. It looked quite forlorn along a darker section of the path, next to an abandoned toilet bowl in the bushes.


... and the piece de resistance, this svelte vacuum cleaner left against the wall at the blogtrain station. I bet this will be gone in a couple of hours, a high demand item, working or not. Of course you wouldn't know it was kaput until you lumbered home with it. Maybe we'll see it given away on Craigslist, talking of which, a woman in Dallas is offering her free good-for-nothing husband to any home and she'll pay the gas if someone comes and picks him up.

And a quick update on other matters. We haven't had any more newspaper deliveries since my last spat with JimmyBlog paper. Hopefully they have given up, if not gone home altogether. Somehow I suspect otherwise; these folks are nothing if not persistent.

And no sign of Steven, the student missing on Crete. It can't be a good news story, this one.

There is good news on the auto-spam on this blog. Since setting word verification on for comments, there has been no spam.