On that path

So its more of the same again, but I'm happy with them, continue to be surprised by them, especially the watercolors. So, my neighbor across from me has built what looks like a giant scratching post in his front yard. It's this large block of wood staple wrapped in cheap automotive carpet sitting on 2x6 supports. It's tall, like almost six feet, and he spent three days working furtively on it and filling the neighborhood with the sounds of electric saws and hammering and dropping wood. Devin and I joked that he had ordered some lions to keep him company...but it doesn't look like anything. Now that he's done with it he has left it sitting out in the front yard for everyone to admire, his struggles. In the dark it looks like the monolith from the movie 2001. This is the same man I witnessed playing darts with a crossbow, possession of which was alarming enough. This is also the same man who has a compulsive need to spit. I might have written this before, but one day working out in my carport I counted his spits and had to stop at 32. He spits when he sees me, which cracks me up. So, now I'm wondering about this new project of his that he's conjured up to protect his selfworth. When the lions are delivered, I want to be there.