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

The Yuletide inflatables were brought in this weekend at the house where the guy loves inflatables, leaving pale patches in the grass where various versions of Pooh and his friends were. Meanwhile the house next door, which is being massively expanded - down, up, backwards, and about a foot forwards - was swathed in hi-tech plastic in advance of the Atmospheric River and remains largely wrapped, although they've put a more permanent roof on it. The wreath on the door looks incongruous.

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

First sign of impending spring: the tai-chi practitioner with her walker has reappeared under the great conifers on the corner. Above her, the cedar waxwings whir and plonk.