Brief Break on Blogger Before it's Back to the Blasted Breakdown of the Bard

It is a beautiful day today. I walked slowly around the pond in my apartment complex as I listened to Sean's message on my voicemail. The air is damp and weighty and far more pleasant than usual in Texas. Everything suddenly looks overflowing and lush and fertile. I stopped to enjoy the view across the pond because for once some terrain in the area looks attractive. I was not the only shocked onlooker either. A snarky white heron was perched along the bank as was a turtle hiding in the tall grass. The snarky white heron snarkily fluttered about four feet in the other direction. Like people who shift their weight around when another person joins their spacial region expressly to make clear that the region was much more pleasant a moment ago. The turtle turned his head in my direction, and I'm guessing that since turtles are too slow-moving to get snobbishly possessive about anything he rolled his eyes regarding the snarky heron. As I made my way around the pond I saw Maude, the second most hideous bird in North America, preening on top of the drain. (The first most hideous bird in North America is in Stratford, Canada and his name is Harold.) I continued my saunter across the most impotently pointless bridge ever constructed by adult humans. One of the pathways to my apartment is evolving into a bog with thick deep mud on either side and sludged across the sidewalk itself. Whenever it rains the sidewalk becomes a pond surrounded by a mini marsh. So by way of solution the powers that be in the complex built two long bridges about ten feet apart from each other with a moat of sludge and water in between them that you still have to wade through. Further, the wood is precariously thin and without crossbeams. Four boards have already been snapped in half by what I can only guess was something larger than an eight year old child. I actually really enjoy that area of the complex. It has the most personality.