Jackals in the yard

I am back. I wake up this morning, which is always a good way to begin the day. I mean if I don't wake up, I am thinking that the day may not be going so well, but of course, that has never happened to me. Be that as it may, I wake up and open the blinds in the bedroom. The bedroom faces east and our front yard. I notice that our next door neighbors have pitched a white slipcovered sofa and loveseat.

I was thinking that if I added a table in front there it would look like an outdoor cafe. I was thinking of adding my own touch to their garbage and turning it into a piece of art. Art that would be picked through and hauled away before municipal garbage collection tomorrow. I guess it would be more of a performance piece, which given the proximity to a curve in the road could be hazardous. Then again, I have often thought that part of joy of watching car racing (F1, NASCAR, IRL, CART it makes no difference in terms of the thought) was the anticipation and dark hope for a crash. I mean nobody wants to see somebody get hurt or killed but the spectacle of mangled metal could be rather exciting. It is like an applied physics demonstration. I figure a performance piece like that there could cause somebody to miss the curve and meet the concrete light standard, which could be bad, yet an interesting spectacle.

Anyway, as I observed when we pitched crap from the basement, things started to disappear. First, I notice that the slipcovers were removed and gone. Easy come, easy go, since those could be cleaned, I think, and would be rather portable. Next, I notice some guy checking out the cushions and really having a good look, though he is on foot. I have to say that it drizzled a bit while they were outside, exposed, so I was not shocked when the guy did not sit on cushions or sofa to check for comfort.

I look again a half hour later and notice that the space is empty. I did not hear a truck or car stop to pick the stuff up. I look further and see some guy walking away from the houses carrying the sofa above his head. It looked a bit like an ant carrying a crumb from a cookie. It was pretty funny, but I do not know where he was going. I do not know if he had a truck or van nearby and if he got both pieces.

If you leave anything outside, in front of your house here, the jackals will devour it. It is like a pack of hyenas. There is nothing left. Like a hyena, they will even eat the bones, not just the rotting flesh from the bones. It is quite a sight. Hyenas, jackals and those picking through other's garbage or refuse.

That is all that I have for you today. Ciao.