suburbia
I hear the constant drone, the angry buzz of wheels and engines impatiently racing from stoplight to stoplight. Neighbour tenant has guests and they murmur soft and cackle loud. Jocular, alcoholic conversation wafts up through the open window where twilight presents itself on the other side of the skeletal tree, growing more skeletal every winter and remaining so through the green seasons. This twilight is tainted orange and indigo - a mocking mimicry of the silvery bluegreen twilights of yesterweek.
Last night raccoons tormented my cat. I raced to the stoop to startle them away but the stubborn things stared at me until I shook the rake nearby, rattling it against rocks. Scattering into the deep shadows of the neighbour's yard, there is promise of their return. The apples are falling off the trees and blackberries drip juicily from the brambles just beyond the fence, out of reach.
I was called to volunteer at the South Surrey Blood Donor Clinic this afternoon. Lovely location. They have iced tea in addition to the familiar powdered 'juices'. I promptly returned home and transformed my countertop-cold brewed tea into iced tea with a bit of sweetness and some frozen lemonade. Ah, lemony.
I like meeting the cheerful donors, chatting about entering the current contests and the current events. People are usually very cheerful! They take about an hour off from their day for their appointment and then they nibble at Peak Freans, Oreos, digestive biscuits and Dad's oatmeal cookies. As a volunteer, I'm entitled a nibble now and then as well.
Nibble nibble. Jammy goodness of Peak Frean cookies. Shiny red round sugar-topped cookie is very lovely like a jewel calling to me, "pssst, you like me best, little girl" and the little girl in me agrees wholeheartedly. until the Dad's oatmeal says the same thing. Then Fudgee-O's voice rings out next. *tee hee*
Last night raccoons tormented my cat. I raced to the stoop to startle them away but the stubborn things stared at me until I shook the rake nearby, rattling it against rocks. Scattering into the deep shadows of the neighbour's yard, there is promise of their return. The apples are falling off the trees and blackberries drip juicily from the brambles just beyond the fence, out of reach.
I was called to volunteer at the South Surrey Blood Donor Clinic this afternoon. Lovely location. They have iced tea in addition to the familiar powdered 'juices'. I promptly returned home and transformed my countertop-cold brewed tea into iced tea with a bit of sweetness and some frozen lemonade. Ah, lemony.
I like meeting the cheerful donors, chatting about entering the current contests and the current events. People are usually very cheerful! They take about an hour off from their day for their appointment and then they nibble at Peak Freans, Oreos, digestive biscuits and Dad's oatmeal cookies. As a volunteer, I'm entitled a nibble now and then as well.
Nibble nibble. Jammy goodness of Peak Frean cookies. Shiny red round sugar-topped cookie is very lovely like a jewel calling to me, "pssst, you like me best, little girl" and the little girl in me agrees wholeheartedly. until the Dad's oatmeal says the same thing. Then Fudgee-O's voice rings out next. *tee hee*