Thrown off track before dawn by a potluck lunch – my time otherwise given to writing this and drinking tea before work went to finishing the construction of deviled eggs. I promised to bring them to today’s mardi-gras theme lunch. Not really very New Orleans in vibe but I keep writing it is “DEVIL(ed) EGGS” so I’m amused, at least.
Got out the door just after five to a wet and, in places, muddy morning. Winter rolled through again last night, mostly in the form of cold rain and strong winds. While this means a few leaves and branches strewn about the place, around Lake Ella there are a couple of spots where the runoff crosses the sidewalk and dumps a lot of sand all over the place.
At least, though, the water table is finally up to normal for the little pond. Despite the severity of the storms we’ve had, we have not had enough lately to fill up the waterways we stand on. The ducks don’t care too much.
There was some…guerrilla art? A clothespin set on a branch with the words “The emperor has” and you’d think the other side would say “no clothes” but it was blank:
It is always a little odd to see personalized statements like this out in public spaces, which in turn I think is odd. In college I remember us all plastering signs and statements willy-nilly on walls everywhere, whenever. On campus now, in 2020, that is both unusual and illicit. In places like Lake Ella park, who would dare? And I get the idea that people are trash and would clutter up every open space with screaming signs if we could, but these are common areas and it should not feel weird to see them used in common. Ah. Conundrum.