November 23, 2004
Noticing
CP suggests in her unavoidable way that I don’t much notice things. That’s not a very good trait for a writer, so I asked her please to point out things she had noticed that I had not.
The witch hazel is blooming. The new neighbor next door was cutting up a fallen tree with a coping saw until CP offered him our ax, and now the tree’s parts are stacked along a stone wall where a lot of other stuff has also been cleared. He has raked his leaves, but rather than bagging them, has left them in wet piles.
The green tarp that foiled a leak in the flat roof of our entry room needs refolding and storing. The roofer keeps procrastinating. I have not yet assembled the power leaf shredder I gave CP for her birthday last May.
There’s more. Actually, she quit pointing out stuff after the ax-lending episode. The rest of this list comes from me, the wonder columnist, and my alert observational skills. Frankly, I find it rather distracting.