Winter in the Ridge

The grey skies are getting to me. Really getting to me. There is no sun, this is the thought going through my brain. When it does make an appearance, it hardly leaves a shadow. It is too weak, this insipid, grey psuedo-sun. It does not warm.
I received my care package from my mom... it made me teary-eyed. I think I'm too sentimental, but I'm afraid everyone else just views me as whiny.
I have managed to avoid the stores this holiday season. I have ordered, instead, from Amazon, ThinkGeek, AbeBooks... I take that back. I made one mad dash into Kmart...
Am I the only one who continuously reads their current advert campaign as 'We're S-mart'?

Tonight, whilst I was out smoking on the porch, a strange car I haven't seen before drove up and parked in front of our house. It didn't sound too healthy, but nobody got out of it. I backed my way into the corner of the porch, keeping the car in view. It had the front end of a Caprice, it was light colored (can't say what shade of pale it was..our vapor lights glow a bilious yellow), and there was a pitiful little scoop thingy on the back.
They only parked for about 45 seconds to a minute. Then they started the vehicle and pulled away.
I think I've heard the car drive by since then, and I wonder why someone would be driving down the street, furthermore, why did that someone stop in front of our house?
G'wan... Call me suspicious...

1 comment:

Whirlbrain said...

Maybe they were responsible cell phone users and stopped to talk.

Or they were government spies.