Lockdown, Day #169
I got these delivered today, which I'm looking forward to trying.
"Daybreak" appears to be a sort of coffee-based beer, so I don't know when I'd drink it, as someone who rarely touches alcohol in the morning, and definitely won't touch coffee during the afternoon.
I spent a lot of the morning in the "audience" of a virtual committee meeting; it made a change from sitting and working, but it sure did go on a long time before it got to the item I wanted to listen to, which amazingly was quite short.
I got out for a walk, but came out and found a man doing some work in the corridor (I wasn't sure exactly what, I didn't like to stare); I'd heard a banging sound, so had wondered what was happening. I had to go one flight down on the fire stairs and go along the lower corridor, which is a weird place to go as it's like walking through some alternative version of the corridor where I live that's not quite right.
I took a few walks today, and I've got a picture of one thing that took me by surprise - I thought the branch was a snake at first.
Okay, on to an odd thing with a neighbour. I'm going to start last week because I did something I'm ashamed of; I was leaving the flat, via the car park, and saw a quite big car pulling in. I walked around it, and as I passed I heard a man calling out, "excuse me". Something possessed me to keep on walking; I think it might have been that I wasn't prepared for someone to want something from me.
I decided, it wasn't a big thing, probably someone who was lost and who I wouldn't see again.
Now, yesterday I had to deliver a parcel that had been sitting in the ground floor corridor, looking like it had been dumped there; it didn't have a flat number, but when I WhatsApped the owner's group, someone told me the man's address.
I delivered the parcel yesterday; I think if "contactless delivery" weren't such a big thing, I'd have just knocked and seen if anyone answered, but I didn't. I even felt awkward knocking and walking off, feeling awkward about him coming out as I was walking off.
I noticed today that the parcel was still there, but there was a car in the neighbour's space. It could be that the neighbour is something of a recluse, which seems unlikely as I don't see lights on in his flat, which is visible from mine, after dark, so I can only conclude he is on holiday. But whose car is it? I can only guess that either he lets someone else park there, or he didn't use his car to travel on his holiday.
What bothered me is that I think it's the car whose occupant I ignored last week, meaning that if it was him driving, I've not exactly represented myself well, particularly to someone who I don't think I've met in person yet.
Whoops.
I wonder how easy it is to get a second chance after something like that.
Okay, so I've done it again; I left a story not entirely complete, and switched off my laptop, only to remember the bit I omitted, so I've switched it on again, to add a postscript.
What I forgot to mention with the parcel was that when I passed by on my way out to a short evening walk, I realised that it had been moved slightly, and I wondered who by. It's possible they attempted to do what I just did on another trip out to the bin shed, which was push it through the letterbox; turns out it is too wide, and won't fit. I'm sure he'll find it anyway.
I checked from outside - there's definitely no one in, unless it was "lights out" for him at some super-early time.
"Daybreak" appears to be a sort of coffee-based beer, so I don't know when I'd drink it, as someone who rarely touches alcohol in the morning, and definitely won't touch coffee during the afternoon.
I spent a lot of the morning in the "audience" of a virtual committee meeting; it made a change from sitting and working, but it sure did go on a long time before it got to the item I wanted to listen to, which amazingly was quite short.
I got out for a walk, but came out and found a man doing some work in the corridor (I wasn't sure exactly what, I didn't like to stare); I'd heard a banging sound, so had wondered what was happening. I had to go one flight down on the fire stairs and go along the lower corridor, which is a weird place to go as it's like walking through some alternative version of the corridor where I live that's not quite right.
I took a few walks today, and I've got a picture of one thing that took me by surprise - I thought the branch was a snake at first.
Okay, on to an odd thing with a neighbour. I'm going to start last week because I did something I'm ashamed of; I was leaving the flat, via the car park, and saw a quite big car pulling in. I walked around it, and as I passed I heard a man calling out, "excuse me". Something possessed me to keep on walking; I think it might have been that I wasn't prepared for someone to want something from me.
I decided, it wasn't a big thing, probably someone who was lost and who I wouldn't see again.
Now, yesterday I had to deliver a parcel that had been sitting in the ground floor corridor, looking like it had been dumped there; it didn't have a flat number, but when I WhatsApped the owner's group, someone told me the man's address.
I delivered the parcel yesterday; I think if "contactless delivery" weren't such a big thing, I'd have just knocked and seen if anyone answered, but I didn't. I even felt awkward knocking and walking off, feeling awkward about him coming out as I was walking off.
I noticed today that the parcel was still there, but there was a car in the neighbour's space. It could be that the neighbour is something of a recluse, which seems unlikely as I don't see lights on in his flat, which is visible from mine, after dark, so I can only conclude he is on holiday. But whose car is it? I can only guess that either he lets someone else park there, or he didn't use his car to travel on his holiday.
What bothered me is that I think it's the car whose occupant I ignored last week, meaning that if it was him driving, I've not exactly represented myself well, particularly to someone who I don't think I've met in person yet.
Whoops.
I wonder how easy it is to get a second chance after something like that.
Okay, so I've done it again; I left a story not entirely complete, and switched off my laptop, only to remember the bit I omitted, so I've switched it on again, to add a postscript.
What I forgot to mention with the parcel was that when I passed by on my way out to a short evening walk, I realised that it had been moved slightly, and I wondered who by. It's possible they attempted to do what I just did on another trip out to the bin shed, which was push it through the letterbox; turns out it is too wide, and won't fit. I'm sure he'll find it anyway.
I checked from outside - there's definitely no one in, unless it was "lights out" for him at some super-early time.