Sleep Before Waking

At least I have yet to reach Photo Frursday, so that’s something.

Doesn’t this statue just make you feel lazy?

There he is, all decked out in overalls on a stiflingly hot day with only the mucky green fountain water splashing onto his trousers to keep him company. He’s been working on that boulder there for a few years now, still hasn’t budged. Though, someone might tell him it could, in theory, be an easier task if he went after the one on top first.

Just a suggestion though. What do I know, really?

These pictures were taken on a Tuesday while I was roaming around the town of Lowell with my favorite female Libra, Bethany. We ate delicious greek food at the Athenian Corner (a tomato and cucumber salad that I would murder in the street for right now.)

Though, murder might not be necessary, you say? I could just go order one?

What is this logical nonsense? I hereby order murders! Murders hence forth, for everyone!

Yes, it is the same fountain. Photo Friday this week is far from my usual eclectic hullabaloo. I’ve been busier than a drone bee in spring these past few weeks, so the pictures I take aren’t exactly personal goofballery. We shall return to more of that once the busy business end of it all dies down a bit. What am I saying? I like money! Who doesn’t like busy when there is money involved?

Oh, you do? Well, YOU are just trying to be contrary… which leads me to remember those MURDERS I ordered a moment ago! Why haven’t they been carried out, minions?

Note to self:

Get minions.

I assure you, THIS is a completely different fountain and he was erected for completely different reasons.

You can tell the difference by the level of commitment in this guy’s body language as compared to the layabout sculpted in previous pictures.

I love the spray of this fountain, despite the complete disdain I hold for the water itself. That green gunge sort of feel it gives off reminds me of the fountain in Trafalgar Square, London.

(insert flashback music)

I visited that very fountain upon reaching the National Portrait Gallery (yes, I frequent this gallery on every trip to London. What? They have pictures of Queen Elizabeth I painted while she was alive. Elizabeth Regina, bitches!) which lies adjacent to the square.

I thought, “Hmm, what a lovely day to sit on the edge of a fountain and take in the cool English breeze.”

Yet, when I pressed my hands against the smooth stone surface, my fingers squished into a strange, gelatinous ooze that I had failed to notice before reaching out. Bird shit. Gobs of it. Green, viscous, hateful bird shit. And no where to wash the mess of the fountain from one’s hands save for in the green gunge of the water therein. Twas disgusting.

Wait…are you laughing at me?

MURDERS! Where the hell are those minions I hired?

Note to self:

Hire better minions.

…who will murder.

~ by Caitlin on August 19, 2009.

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Tags: Comedy, Photography, Stream of Consciousness, Writing