Well, not actually my street; but…
As I was passing by a neighbour’s apartment, I heard Christmas carols playing on their stereo – as I have almost every time I’ve passed by for the last few days. I mean, this woman plays Christmas carols over and over and over and over ad nauseum. Today I could hear her singing along, singing the lines just before the recorded lines, as if to let people know what line to sing next. Which may well have been; I could hear her teenaged sons linging with the music half-heartedly. A little bizarre. Maybe even a little surreal.
I walked down the alley to the corner market. On the way back the alley was decorated by bubbles coming from a balcony one level above the street. There was nobody on the balcony, but the bubbles happily floated from the nozzle of the bubble maker into the alley. I had to smile. Who wouldn’t smile at innocent bubbles floating by?
And of course I was greeted upon my return to my apartment building by Holstien the cat. She always greets me, as she knows I’ll give her a good scratch and a backrub.
That’s how it is in my neighbourhood today.
