Location, Location, Location

One of the biggest selling points about the apartment that Neil and I reside in is the location. It's in the middle of the city, with easy interstate access and our third story loft has premium views of Camelback Mountain.  But for us, certainly the most important characteristic of our residence, is what we are privy to witness of the other neighbors. I don't want to come off creepy - it's just that I'm so, so curious.

On one particularly steaming desert Saturday, we watched in delight as our dexterous neighbor launched his very own pigeon eradication effort. The ditry bastards liked to perch on his patio, and he had had enough. In the sweltering heat, he proceded to hammer and drill an intricate algorithm of cross strings across the entry-way of his small adobe patio. Hours later, he was pleased and took his tools inside to enjoy a celebratory beverage; he had conquered.

Pictured is one Grade A, top-choice, people-watching instance. If you look closely, you'll see a plump and unphased pigeon perched inside the said patio. I watched it happen. The little bastard landed on the edge, and simply side-stepped right inside as if he'd done it a hundred times.

I called Neil outside to enjoy the spectacle, and we sipped our icy beers awaiting the devastation to ensue.

We never did see the determined man emerge from his apartment that night. Likely, he saw the fruits of his toils resulting in nothing, which was just...too much to face. Especially when you have a captive audience...

And I can't help but notice the irony of the whole affair. Building unnecessary barriers just to have them literally, stepped over. Superabundant effots to keep something out, to witness its ease of access just seconds later. I write this knowing good and well the existence of karma. But before it strikes...I'll just enjoy the sights. It's something nice.