There’s a brownstone down the block from our place that’s still decorated for Christmas. There’s a wreath on the door, greens and lights wrapped along the outside banister, and in the evening after the sun goes down, you can very clearly see a huge Christmas tree in the living room, lights-a-blazing. What’s even more curious than this expired display of holiday cheer is that there doesn’t seem to be anything else in the apartment except that tree. I know this because about two weeks ago when Drew and I were returning home from dinner, I felt emboldened thanks to the huge margarita I’d consumed earlier and peered through one of the windows to get a look. All I saw was this huge Christmas tree (lights on) and nothing else. Curious, no?
I mean, on one hand, maybe the people who live there were on vacation and had left during Christmas and still hadn’t returned yet. But then, why were the lights on? And why no furniture in the place? It doesn’t make any sense. Two weeks ago I thought perhaps the residents had just been lazy about taking everything down, but it’s February now and the decorations are still up. What’s more, yesterday evening I walked past the brownstone on my way to pick up some chorizo sausage for this amazing stew I cooked for dinner — good God, it was good!! — and I sort of craned my neck to look inside the apartment again and there was a man standing in the window looking straight at me. He was just standing there in the window, daring someone like me to look inside and question that big Christmas tree on display. Then, this morning on the way to the coffee shop with Jackson, we passed by the apartment, and again (!) the man was standing in the window all creepy like. And the lights on the stairs are still turned on! Weird, right? What does it mean?? I want to get to the bottom of it, but I’m not sure how. Maybe next time I’ll have TWO margaritas and then go ring the buzzer and ask the man what the deal is.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got today. Jackson’s been sleep regressing this week and last night we were up from about 2 til 5 and today I feel like death. I forgot just how horrible it is to be up in the middle of the night listening to a baby scream, and being reminded of it makes me think that perhaps one child is the perfect amount for us.
And how was your week? You don’t still have Christmas decorations up, do you?