"You can't improve on perfection. That's why it's called perfection."
"....went to the fridge. I made a sandwich of things. I'm an American. We can eat anything as long as it's between two pieces of bread. With enough mustard......."
"Thin, built like someone who ran or rode a bicycle on their weekends. Clean cut without being particularly memorable, medium brown hair, medium height, medium brown eyes. The only exceptional thing about his appearance was that there was nothing exceptional about his appearance."
Hey, look at that. Three quotes for the price of one. Heh.
Have you all read the papers about this Robert Allenby fellow who was "bashed and robbed"? Our Saturday paper dedicated a full two pages to this story. I didn't read it thoroughly, just skimmed over, so I've already forgotten the details, but these two paragraphs caught my eye: "And what of that star witness, a homeless woman seemingly destined for involvement in something like this from the moment she assumed the name Charade Keane? You almost hope this ends up in court just for the spectacle of a woman called Charade taking the witness stand. "Miss Keane, could you tell us what you saw that night? Six words? First word? Sounds like?" That would be hilarious! Now let's get serious. I'm a little upset. Okay, I'm a lot upset.
Reasonably close to my flat there are several large pine trees. Possibly not all the same variety, but they all have needles that fall and cones which the cockatoos love to eat and throw on the ground. Last week, I noticed two of these, close to the back of one block were being cut down. I took photos of this destruction, as I do, and asked a neighbour who was also watching the chainsaw in action, if she knew why the trees were coming down.
Apparently the woman who lives closest to those trees had complained many times about the needles and cones filling the gutter on her garage and the garage being flooded each time it rained.
So the trees came down. No shade anymore for her. Nor for the upstairs flat. None for the cockatoos either! There is a maintenance crew which clears the gutters once a year on the buildings, maybe twice, but the garages are single storey blocks and I would have thought someone could be spared to clean those gutters more often. Perhaps someone sentenced to community service for whatever reason. Yesterday, I heard the sound of the chainsaw and again today.
On my way to the shops, I looked for it and saw the cherry picker platform, complete with chainsaw wielding tree bandit way up high in another pine tree, right next to one that had been reduced to a single branchless trunk yesterday. Branches were being cut, lowered and chipped. It seems these trees will also be coming down.
I don't know the reason, maybe they are old and diseased. If I ask I'm sure that's what I would be told. But they seem healthy to me. And where will the cockatoos go now? Into the city parklands where I won't see them nearly as often? Into the city parklands where they will make a similar mess with the pinecones until people start complaining? Will even more trees be cut down?
these are the first two trees that were cut down. The shorter, lighter green one in front, with the larger tree several metres behind it.
only the trunk left of the shorter tree on day one and I thought that was the end of it...it was the only tree hanging over that garage block.
then came day two...and the return of the cherry picker platform.
soon more branches were gone, from the big tree this time.
support ropes as that first trunk was cut at the base.
starting up the chainsaw,
cutting the branch,
swinging it down.
only the upper canopy left now.
this is what I saw when I got home a few hours later. That trunk is gone now, through the chipper. A break for the weekend, and yesterday it began again. I can't take more photos, I'll cry.