photo by Dave Lawler
A bucket of water stood on the ramp leading from the Port Authority Bus Terminal to the 7, N-R and 1-2-3 subway lines. It was the kind of bucket that holds several bunches of flowers at the florist’s or outside the Korean delis.
Odd place for it to be, half-filled with water. I looked up to the ceiling. No leak.
Yesterday morning I found a small pool of water in front of the stove near the cat dishes. I looked at the ceiling, but no leak. It wasn’t cat pee.
Lorin found a pool of water in front of the refrigerator. He opened the fridge door–no leak.
Are these signs like the crop circles? Are aliens leaving pools and buckets of water as a message to us humans? If so, what does it mean?
Buckets of water and small pools, but no leaks.
This morning Samson puked on the Spiderman collapsible Frisbee that came in a box of Apple Jacks cereal. I saw it happen. He throws up every day, in different locations. No mystery in that.
Samson, not vomiting (photo by L.E. Swenson)
Mysterious, those leaks.