The War Room Vantage

My office, the War room, is located on the second floor of the house where I live. It faces our street which in typical fashion of a neighborhood such as this is named after babbling brooks and oak leaves. My buddy, hizzle, owns the house I rent in. It's located in this hidden little development where all the houses are big and new. Respectable people with jogging perambulators and rescued greyhounds live here. Our street is the artery leading out of the neighborhood, people walk up and down it traveling to and from downtown Carrboro, our fair city. There are two large windows in my room, one situated right next to my desk. I like to sit up here and watch the proceedings. Sometimes when its not hot as bugger, I'll open the window which has no screen and stick my feet out. My little piece of surburbia.

Across the street are these condo/apartment units. Their yards are verdant and lush. Well maintained too, you could cut your effin teeth on the grass. Our side is a little rougher. We don't really go in for meticulous lawn care and we sure don't want to pay for service. The yard is an amalgamation of three or four different types of grass, clover, weeds, and empty patches of dirt. Ironically, though we have several areas of the lawn where the grass will not grow, our sidewalk and drive is slowly being destroyed by grass and weeds pushing up through the cracks.
Life is a funny ole girl.

The place is lousy with birds that fly and twitter about. One annoying little bugger likes to sing around midnight which I find inconceivable. In these nice areas, there are always ten or twelve silly buggers who decide it would be great fun to put up gigantic bird feeders. They of course park their SUV's in the garage so who cares if the street parker's cars get pooped on by flying rodentia?

Today I was just musing that it really might be time to mow the lawn, my house job, when a Doberman just wandered by the house. Strolled down the sidewalk in a business like manner didn't even bother to sniff the grass. I sat here waiting for an owner to trot after it, but none was forth coming. Kind of weird. I think I was more worried that it would crap in the lawn than anything. Not good.