tiredI've mentioned the lady downstairs-and-over? She is elderly, eccentric, has a Very Large (and surprisingly well-behaved) Dog, and is the one who would like to at least get the neighborhood stray kittens decatted. She's been experimenting with lawn furniture (on the inside of the apartment complex, there are no lawns, just gravel, but the term "lawn furniture" still applies if it's on gravel) lately.
There is a tree out front of her patch of "lawn" -- it's not much of a tree, actually, just yet. It's held up by wires between two sturdy stakes the size of hefty broomsticks or the average garden hoe handle. This is not new. The black curly wig draped over one of the wires is new, however. There are some safety pins or paper clips (I didn't get close enough to take a very good look, given that I was just passing by) dangling from the mesh lining of the wig.
I might have caught sight of the Little Fayoumis's former playmates Tommy and Angelica (no, not their actual names, yes, nicknamed for the Rugrats characters) in the group of five to ten kids. I thought they'd moved long ago.
