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You know you’re in San Diego when your favorite Target has already stocked the big sale area where they display the fake Christmas trees with patio furniture, brightly colored canvas pillows, bug candles, and all things garden. Trowel, anyone? Perhaps the latest in cheap outdoor party lighting?
After a squashing the beginnings of annoyance similar to that of what I feel when I see Christmas decorations in October, I roll on with very little purpose in mind. I venture to Target to waste time and frequently spend money, somewhat like it’s a sport. It makes me happy.
Well, until I see the beach towels. Jeez. Will somebody give us a break here?
We’re trying to have a winter, and it’s going better than it normally does. You know, with rain and angry looking clouds more than once every eight weeks or so. Some wind thrown in for good measure.
Hell, one of the palm trees across the street actually lost one of its fronds in the last “storm.” The wind wasn’t strong enough to actually knock it from the tree, so it hung there, limply, for an entire day until the garden crew came to put it out of its misery.
Someone in the ass-ociation must have complained about its unsightliness.