through the little gaps in the blinds

you could see the birds eating something off of the mimosa bush....little seeds, or little bugs?  This late in the afternoon, the sun was on the blinds, and it is a relief to have the old brass and dark wood of the ceiling fan pushing some air down into the room.  Outside, the old lizard lounged one block long, but he is not our problem.  The City has to take care of things like that....that's why we pay taxes, right?  I mean, when you live somewhere "betwixt and between" you can expect some strange things, right?  Realities get loose and shaky when not everybody can agree on the definitions....and then the City is at the crossroads of three highways and two railroads....what the Devil do you expect at the Summer Solstice?  Everything nice and easy?  I don't think so.....the ice cream truck plays a sinister song....the kids on skateboards make arcane signs....the lizard rolls his tongue out onto the street, and pants like a dog.....thunderheads pile up South of town, moving this way....and the last of the icy gin is already in the shot glass....what's on tele tonight, do you imagine?