Landlord removed railing outside on the front stairway. While down there inspecting, I discover a bag of old food that should still be good but has been sitting out a long time. Dang, I could’ve been eating this. I go out again and now the other railing is gone toom. There’s a bulky black light switch that’s been replaced with a cheap plastic one, when the old one was robust and from Germany.
Sitting around a box on wheels with Australians on bikes. Overhear how they competed in ride round the horn South Africa — I’m confused for a minute because they *also* went to South America. I realize they want to experience stuff in their hemisphere just like people in America will go to Europe; it’s slightly less hard since the seasons are the same.
From long drooping dried out stems, I shake loose hard juniper seedpods while doing plant maintenance. Someone is unsure the plant will even survive. I imagine my Nana doing this work also, as I’m reminded of her when I need a soft pad for knee support. She would have worked on the garden of her house in Palm Springs, the one that used to belong to my Uncle John, but now isn’t in the family.