Dec 27, 2006 19:22
We went back to our old apartment one more time to clean out some more of our things. We had left many of our belongings there because they had degraded to the point that we didn't want them anymore. Everything was blackened and moldy--even the light seemed dimmer that it should have been. When we had lived there, we had at least kept the place clean. All I could find to salvage were a couple bottles of vitamins from the medicine cabinet.
Walking back to the parking lot, we saw someone open the door to another apartment. It was just one filthy room with bed coverings scattered around the floor. Enormous black cockroaches scurried over things. This was an example of an apartment that was not regularly cleaned.
Later, back in our neighborhood, I climbed a young tree. When I was comfortable in its leafless branches, I inserted my car key into the trunk and turned the key. The tree was silent, so I wasn't sure that it had started, but then the tree began to move forward. My ride down the street was perfectly smooth and silent. All I could hear were some birds in nearby trees. I didn't have any way to slow or stop the tree, however. It seemed that it glided frictionless over any type of terrain. Its maximum speed was not unreasonable but it was fast enough to make me concerned as I swerved to avoid some oncoming vehicles.