D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

On one of the two days when I was dead to the world for much of the time, the neighbors apparently made their annual attempt to mow the weeds in their backyard. This time they got through about 1/3 of it, mostly in a wide swathe leading to the chainlink fence between our yards, and uncovered a pool ring, before again abandoning the poor mower in front of the kitchen steps where it again got rained on. I really do feel sorry for that mower. And I don't think they're aware of the beachballs, both still hidden in the tall weeds.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

There's a dying open-air mall near where I work. It was anchored by Mervyn's, a moribund or now gone chain of dress shops, and by Albertson's; that store was summarily closed by the misleadingly named Lucky's corporation that bought the Albertson's supermarkets in this region, and is much missed, but it's been gone for a few years now and most of the locals now shop at the two Indian supermarkets across El Camino. Now Walgreen's, formerly next to the supermarket, has apparently jumped ship - they pulled down a closed bank building facing the highway and built themselves a new place. Only ... it looks like a chapel. On the side facing El Cam, there is a tower with a chapel-sized door in it, and a single arched window with grey diamond-shaped panes faked up in it. On the sides, there are a few more arched openings, both blind and diamond-paned. I suppose the "We're a drugstore!" side faces the old mall parking lot? In any event they've now apparently noticed the problem and tried to fix it by adding huge neon calligraphy W's on both sides of the tower. In porno pink. I think post-modern irony just reached a new low as a marketing tool.