Domesticity in ten cities

The Clementina Show has mostly been wherever the butterflies go when it rains recently (or hails, as is becoming a daily occurence here which I'm sure is nothing to worry about) but yesterday, as a bit of sun peeked through the clouds, the Clementina Show perked up briefly.

Eric announced when he got home from work early afternoon that he had seen "a woman's poopy butt" on his walk down our block.

Then, as I was obsessing over the vegetable seedlings in the windowsill, I noticed Perm* and another gentleman down below collaborating on a project to better understand the workings of an umbrella. One would open it, maybe too far, they would pull it back in, then open it half way, then close it again, then...you get the idea. This went on for some time and was apparently fascinating. My attention drifted.

When I looked back a little while later, the same two fellows were now working as a team to fold a blanket. They had folded it in half and now each had one corner of it in each hand, but they were trying to flip it in opposite directions and it was getting twisted instead of folded. Then they would both switch, twisting it in the opposite direction. After a few false starts they managed to get going the same direction, made the fold and then did the bit where they walked towards each other, one person takes all the corners and the other person slides their hands towards the bottom to fold it again along the horizontal edge.

It was an odd and completely domestic moment happening right out on the street.

Then it started raining pretty hard some more and everyone went away.


*the "permanent resident" has officially been shortened to Perm, not to be confused with Big Perm, or Big Worm. Although it is true that he ain't got no job and he ain't got shit to do.