sappy true tear to everyone!!!
last eventide was spent perfectly. think birthday cake with ice cream layer on a day that isn’t your birthday, and you feel like you’re the one person in the world without a birthday (caution: grossly bloated metaphor with audience’s distended tolerance required).
as a way to treat myself today, i went mansion hunting. i used to do this through magazine perusal. but today, i actually drove to some mansions, and held up traffic by trying to photograph them (unsuccessfully) with my cellphone. i wouldn’t actually want to live in a mansion (watch this statement be used against me in a far-too-improbable future). i’m sure the very mention of las casas grandes makes some biodegradable hippies yelp, but i do like admiring the massive structures for their architecture, especially the contemporary ones. for some reason, people try harder with mansions than with cookiecutter suburbia. go figaro.
many of the neighborhoods into which i sallied forth had impressive nomenclatures such as “bella terrace,” “pinewood estates,” “the palisades,” and “glostenshire.”
my favorite is when a single house had a name just for itself: think “grimleywood.” it was so over-the-top, it worked. plus i peeked at the inhabitants, and they appeared to be droids.
i did capture an errant playground upon making my way back to civilization:
droids don’t always have offspring, just smaller droids. smaller droids build playgrounds, but do not use them.