This afternoon the tenants in the apartment next to mine, who I have not seen around for about a week, came and hauled off the metal-framed canvas covered shelter they'd set up in their back yard, so I guess they've moved out. They were the second set of tenants in that apartment since I've been here. They had two noisy dogs. Maybe the third time will be a charm and a cat person will move in.
Despite the cold and damp and relentless overcast the rain was intermittent today, and during a lull I had a visit from the mockingbird. The bird seemed quite cheerful despite the weather, though it didn't hang around for long. I took one of the canvas folding chairs out and sat listening to it for a while, and then sprinkles returned and I went back in. I even remembered to bring the chair back in with me, which I don't always do. Hooray for the little fragments of memory that persist.
But also persistent is the relentless triviality of my thoughts. I keep hoping that I'll find some trigger to bring some significance to them, but it keeps not happening. I'm getting quite sick of writing about the weather every day, and about going to the store or not going to the store. Of course I've been doing that for along time, but I seem to recall occasionally having something more interesting to say, at least now and then. These days I'm at risk of boring myself (and probably my readers) to tears. It's such a drag to have my brain die before I do.