Out the Bedroom Window

For the past few weeks, I’ve been living in my apartment with all the shades drawn.  It’s dreary and depressing but it’s been necessary because at just about every window there’ve been workman balancing on scaffolding 15 stories above the street.  I don’t want to see them for two reasons:  1) If I can see them, they can see me and, frankly, I’d rather not have that (it’s enough I know that I sometimes work until 11 am in my fuzzy red pjs – do they have to know too?); and 2) it scares me to death to see them up there!

But today’s Sunday, a day when it’s safe to pull up the shades and even open the windows.  So here’s what I found this morning outside my bedroom window:

Strikes me as the kind of the thing the surrealist Max Ernst would have found interesting.  Me, I’m finding it just plain weird. 

Comments

[Dorie]

You're right, Rona, it's an electrical plug and you're really right that it's "best not to know"!

[Rona]

It looks like an electrical plug...but 15 stories high... what are they pluggin' in up there and where?
I'm so confused. Draw the shades again, best not to know.