Continuing fall-out from the most recent staffer who never came back: she replaced almost every hand-made sign in the store, including taking away the bright orange one I'd made to slap on the door during my mandatory half-hour lunch break. I had drawn a hamburger and a drink in the middle of the sign; she made a new one that's all words. I'm getting far more guys now appearing outside the door when I'm closed for the break; peering at the sign; then trying to open the door, or just leaving. The sign about the restroom being now available again but requiring a key is also all words, by "Ginevra", and is posted on the back of the cash register and on the restroom door. Guys see the door is closed; and wait for someone to come out, or try vainly to open the door, then look at me funny. I think a good half of our customers are illiterate.
The San Jose library was convinced I had not returned a book (on the Miss America pageant) that was due back 2 weeks ago. So we went in today and I looked for it on the shelf. And on adjacent shelves. And in the browsing area near the entrance, where I thought I remembered originally seeing it. And then I confessed to the librarian that I was almost 100% sure I'd returned it but I just couldn't find it to prove it. She had me look one more time in the browsing area, and looked herself ... and found it on the second shelf she looked on. So that's that, my fine is expunged and I don't have to buy a book on the Miss America pageant.
I hadn't seen either of the cats in a while and was a bit concerned, but I saw both this morning. The mostly white one was perched on our back fence while I watered the grass; the tatty grey one now has a bald rump from scabs, poor thing, but took refuge in our side yard when I appeared in front with a watering can.
A set of neighbors who really, really don't want the housemate's dog peeing on their lawn have just scraped the grass off and resown it, which must be fairly costly. So we must be extra specially careful not to let him use that yard. Unfortunately they get a lot of leaves from street trees; I think that's why their lawn tends to get patchy. But they also have a cat and are across from the park, in prime dogwalking territory, so I can completely understand why they don't want any canine latrine smells.
I ran a sprinkler in the front yard soon after getting home from work. The mostly white cat came by and allowed me to pet him or her, but when I was moving the sprinkler to the half of the grass under my window, the cat reappeared and seemed quite put out that there was falling water between it and the shrubs under the window. When I came back 10 minutes later to turn it off and put it away, there was the cat sitting under the shrubs, having evidently worked out a route.
Mowed the grass in back; what there is of it had too many seed-stalks. When I switched from the front to the back section, that grey cat came shooting out of the back of the flower bed, behind the rose bushes, where it had evidently been snoozing, and gave me a reproachful look. I wish I could convey that it is welcome to stay put, I just need to tidy up a bit.
I was in downtown Sunnyvale shopping at Macy's on my day off, today (startlingly few choices - I hope they're just saving things up for the Labor Day sale and not flirting with bankruptcy as so many other companies have in the past decade), and the street was busy with people who live, eat, and work out in the new tall buildings across the street from the perennially unfinished apartments, the ones that were built where the 1970s one- and two-storey Town and Country stores were. I had to wait for the light to cross the street in any direction, rather than ambling across, and had to dodge people on the sidewalks. It was very strange, and it will be even stranger once they start finishing up those empty buildings, which are equally cliff-like. Or rather, after all these years, if they ever start finishing them.
We went to the San Jose library (where I picked up a copy of Wikipedia's greatest rival, the Onion Book of Known Knowledge). On the way the freeway was strewn on both sides with clothing. I hope it was a burst plastic bag or two from one of those charities that collects used garments, and not some poor person moving house.
The first trees have a little flush of autumn color starting. I've noticed this before and wondered about it. I suppose it could be stress from the long, hot summers in trees that didn't evolve in this climate. Liquidambars/sweetgums in particular seem to "fire" at different times, some starting very early.