And speaking of blossoms...
The lilac is down in the back garden. Which is fine-- I knew it had to come down to make way for the bush that's trying to grow at its base, which might in time give us, yanno, lilacs. No more squirrels jumping off it on to my flat roof and sticking their rodent faces in at the window. But I thought they might keep one small tree just for the look of it, and they didn't, so now I have an unimpeded view of two doors up's brand new monster concrete block garage. Good-bye lilac from 1989, good-bye green leaves.
I have too many books. Have been rearranging them all afternoon and finally fled the house to go hang out with three year olds. I have too many books and they'll never be read and this fills me with anxiety and foreboding. Am I allowed to make a bonfire with them in the back yard and free my soul from the chains of possession? No, I thought not.
The fridge is dying. It makes grating sounds as the fan tries to move and fails. Since the ice that was stopping the fan from moving was removed a week ago, clearly the fridge is dying. I must go an hour and change out to Scarberia tomorrow to order a new one at a reasonable price, which I may have in two weeks. Or I could pay double and have one from two subway stops away. We shall see.