and in less than two hours, i’m headed off to NYC. sometimes i wonder why i don’t just move there.
amidst our many conversations over the past couple of days, i was telling cheryl how the tree in front of my house and i have conversations. of course, it’s a very one-sided relationship (with tree), and there is never any long drawn out communications, but at least i know tree is always there. i mostly chat with tree about the weather and how parking in the neighborhood is a pain in the ass, but sometime i like to tell her whether or not i’m having a good day. sometimes i feel disappointed when she never replies to my questions of “how are you doing?” or “how was your day?”, but i guess that’s to be expected.
it started when i used to smoke on a regular basis; there would be times when i would be too lazy to walk over to the side of my house to dispose of my cigarette butts, so i would resort to flicking it into the street. every so often i would end up hitting tree, and eventually i hit her enough times that i began to apologize to her. and that has somehow led to me talking to her every time i pass her by.
i’m not sure whether tree understand me – i’d like to think she does. maybe that’s why the birds don’t poop on my car when i park under her.
*laugh*