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Monday, February 20, 2012

Being Neighborly

This afternoon, I walked out of the bedroom, through the livingroom and into the kitchen. Lithus wasn't here. Which made no sense, because he had just been here. And there's no more apartment than that, so it's not like he was in another room. Still, I finished what I was doing and sure enough, he wandered back into the bedroom. When I asked where he'd gone, his response was "Up to the fourth floor."

To the spider owners. To talk about the horrible thing and ask them to take it down.

Tonight, we went for our late night walk. It's gone. I'm sitting here in front of my bedroom window, with the blinds wide open, totally safe. Tomorrow, we're buying them a bottle of scotch to say thanks. And having our coffee on the balcony.

Those are grateful Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee ~ on a lovely little balcony in the spider-free French Quarter.

4 comments:

Bill Dameron said...

Enjoy your sp*der free coffee!

Anonymous said...

On the subject of Scotch, there are many fine brands to be had. but even though I have sampled many over the past twenty years, the sophisticated palate it ostensibly requires in order to distinguish the good from the sublime eludes me. I can only tell peaty from smooth. In recent years I have come to appreciate the less ostentatious Irish whisky. So instead of Scotch, the business of which is fraught with hype and hyperbole, why not a Bushmills or a Jamiesons?
Wait... wasn't this post about a spider of some sort...?

Gnightgirl said...

Awesome! What nice neighbors. What nice you! Yay balcony!

BostonPobble said...

Bill ~ I must say, the coffee tastes much better on my balcony than it did in my kitchen!

Gnightgirl ~ YAY indeed. We gave 'em scotch to say thanks. They deserved it.