As the title implies, this is a magnificent thing. Plus, with our elevated, unlit, 2nd story positions, Josh and I can successfully spy on everything that goes on in the parking lot behind our house. Don’t get too excited…it’s still Ft. Collins. No drug deals or alley fights. We have observed countless dumping in the dumpster owned by several businesses. Josh becomes disgusted by the audacity of these people, who pull up with full garbage cans and secretly unload them in, what they perceive to be, a completely free receptacle. WRONG! It’s all so wrong!
A scraggly lady lives next door to the Conoco we’re neighbors with. We see her walk by with her laundry, gaunt and wearing jean shorts, she suddenly reminds me why I haven’t bothered to cut off a pair of my own jeans and replace the jean shorts I threw away a long time ago. Now that I work in a semi-professional enviornment, the days of jean shorts have sort of disappeared and been replaced with denim skirts and practical blouses.
I’ve decided that, somehow, I have Afternoon Depression. This is something I’ve identified for many years now, since adolesence. I’ll wake up, refreshed and joyful, the morning simply thrills me. Around noon I’ll feel a bit of a change, a slump so to speak, progressing into a mild disenchantment. By four o’clock I’m hating life. But in a totally passive, (sigh), kind of way. I was totally going to paint the hallway lavender today, but when I got home at 3:30 I couldn’t peel myself off the couch. Maybe it’s the afternoon sun (as the depression increases during the summer months). Maybe it’s the fact that half the day is gone. I have no idea why the afternoon is so hard for me. I heard, somewhere, that this is the sign of a Morning Person. This type of individual feels their energy drain in the afternoon instead of the morning. Allegedly, Night Owls feel like hell in the am, while morning people feel like hell in early pm. Or something. Anyway, after the sun goes down I feel much better.
I think Summer, in general, is my least favorite time of the year. I like Fall much better, and Spring too…and I like Christmas a lot, so that put’s Winter in a good place. Maybe it’s just Summer in Fort Collins. Maybe I’m just tired in general.