My Lonely City

I had an open house yesterday. I put signs in the yard, and at the intersections to let people know there was an open house. Pulling them out of the ground (the signs are on stakes) made me feel like I was pulling Excalibur out of the rock. Of course, I felt somewhat less like a superhuman when I threw them in my trunk on top of the lawn chair. Oh, well; take what you can get.