Early Spring leaning out the window

So it's Friday night in my ville, and from my window I can lean out and capture some small flavour of the outside without even leaving the confines of my room. Light and music modified to appropriate levels, I can view the street and the airways and the weather. My window happens to be upstairs which is also advantageous for the view, so when I get the time to lean out of it next to the bonsai, time does slow a little. The clock slows.

So, what can I see from here? A lot of townhouses, and carefully planted but well grown tall and narrow trees along the street. I think they are poplars. But they don't look quite as good as those. Over the opposite row of houses I can see the lights of the Sydney Cricket ground. The local footy team is playing their elimination final tonight. (AFL, not the more provincial rugby league.)

Planes fly above the size of 20c pieces and cast a flat drone down to the street with their lights always flashing. It's windy and early spring and warm. I see a couple walking under my window and she's describing what made her laugh today. "So she says to mum, in this loud voice 'Look at my boobs!'
Then she has to laugh again, and it's funny but the guy who heard the rest of the situation just had to be there, it seems.

There is a lot of reno going on in the street currently and since one of the houses next to us has already been done, I figure our mornings are safe for a while. They start working on those things at 7am around here. When do they sleep? They are not always curteous when you ask them to stop too, taking one of their early morning pleasures in making the tired (hungover/stressed/morning hair) person feel like it's their fault not being up early and usually offering them a job to do for good measure...

The house across the road have two lovely dogs which since the reno are finally back in the neighborhood. I wonder if the dogs got their own room. Doubtful.

There are a fair few family types around here, or budding families too. In fact all types - students next to us, budding family the other side, socialists, punks, yuppies, people like us on the fringe of the city here - generally nice people.

Some other blog i will tell you about the previous "student" neighbors from hell who have been replaced by infinitely better students thank whichever god presides over them. (Scholiosis?) The ultimate test of compassion, having nerfherders for neighbors.

We have a native tree doing very well outside our house, it's the only tree we have in our total of 6m2 garden. When we had to bury a goldfish there was hardly any dirt we could find. Consequently we don't have proper pets. Sorry goldfish if you are reading. The leaves from the native tree I have just discovered actually smells slightly lemony, which may make it a eucalyptus relative. Small little native leaves are often what you find in Australia on shrubs and small trees.

I've been playing the clarinet, which is rare, and enjoyable. I was playing along to some music, and mostly the pieces were in a key around f#, g#, d#, c#; thanks, guitarists in E. At least good old R.E.M. had the sense to tune theirs down one fret to fit in with normal notes. Not so with Ulrich Schnauss, Go-Betweens and Mocky. Though the Gobs are fun to sing along to.

And this was a "live" post from my room on a wireless link. Thanks to Compaq, AMD, Zyxel, NetComm, D-Link, Exetel, and lots of other pharmaceutical sounding companies for the technologies.

Well I wish Sydney the best in the local derby and must run to make some food. It's been bloggful.
Really.