Monday, May 23, 2005

5/23/05a

10:02 a.m. I sneak around the back of Subject's property hoping to find a good tree to climb. When I get back there, though, I discover that the fence abutts a tributary of the Chicago River. I consider jumping in, but quickly dismiss the idea. I'm not so hungry for the money shot that I will jump in a river and stand there with a camera on my shoulder for hours while the leaches have their way with me. Or leeches. How about leaching leeches? Anyway...

10:11 a.m. I am back in my bushes. I would just like to take this opportunity to salute technology which allows me to blog from a thicket in a vacant lot.

I really ticked off a squirrel when I first jumped in here this morning. He was chirping and cussing at me for a good 15 minutes before I threw a rock up at him.

There are three old men on the deck of the house next door. It looks like they're playing cards and eating something. I can hear them murmering. I hope they aren't out too long because I would like to get back to my SUV pretty soon.

10:27 a.m. This lady is really irritating me. She pops her head out the door every once in a while but never long enough for me to get any footage. This is the third time she's done it.

10:45 a.m. Okay. The old men won't leave, so I jump up and walk quickly toward my truck. They don't seem to notice me until I am on the sidewalk again. They wave. I wave back. Hi, neighbors!

I jump in my truck and take off the green cardigan that I was wearing as camo. I check myself for ticks and then kick off my shoes. Compared to the bushes, this is the lap of luxury.

2 comments:

Jeff Meyerson said...

I really ticked off a squirrel when I first jumped in here this morning. He was chirping and cussing at me for a good 15 minutes before I threw a rock up at him.

Didja hit him? Squirrels are just rats with a good press.

Polly P.I. said...

I got him, Jeff.