chicago '08

something odd has been happening at chez Abe. at night when I go to turn on the sprinklers in the backyard, they are already on. it happed each night for the last 3. now, it's freaky enough to be alone in a town where the only 3 people I know are my coworkers, but this lawn thing is pushing me over the edge. I need to set a boody twap and catch the culprit. I suspected the 3rd floor tenant, but the sprinklers are sometimes on when his car is not here. and he doesn't seem to be part of Abe's forced labor corps.

all 3 of my coworkers/compulsory friends were otherwise engaged today, or so they told me, so I was left to my own devices to occupy myself on a Hugsband-free weekend day. I went to a tern seminar sponsored by the new haven bird club. terns are like cooler gulls. I spent 2 hours watching shorebirds with smart, socially awkward people. I felt like I should have been paid at the end of it. I saw some interesting birds. however, I decided that I enjoy the gestalt of the experience and not the compulsive, rigid labeling of everything with wings. it gets pretty tedious. don't tell the new haven bird club I said that. I don't want to burn any bridges in case one of my coworker friends doesn't pan out.

I remember trying to dig traps in the woods in kankakee as a kid, the kind of trap that's basically a hole covered in leaves and sticks. I don't think I should dig a man-sized hole in Abe's backyard, but the trap that suspends the captured person from his foot in a tree is entirely possible. we have the perfect tree for it.