It rained all day long again–the outer bands of Alex, I’m told. I moved my car to higher ground (just six feet one way or the other makes a difference on my street) and stayed inside, writing and reading and listening to weather. I finally had to leave the house for a meeting with a student, so I put on the bike shoes and pedaled, figuring moving faster would mean less sogginess in my umbrella-less future. The rain was dying down, though, so I got to ride my bike in the (relatively) cool late afternoon air. Simply divine, I tell you. I rode down to the CBD for a quick stop and then over to the Treme for a “Welcome, Baby!” cocktail reception–we don’t do “baby showers” in New Orleans, I guess. As I headed back Uptown I noticed that it’s trash day, and on the first of the month, no less. This means there’s good garbage for the taking, if you’re lucky. Like this chair, for instance. I like how it’s set up right next to the trash cans, and that’s the only way you know it’s trash. Because really, it’s a chair, and in perfectly fine condition, I might add. But nobody wants to sit there, on the curb, next to trash. Yes indeed, context matters. I passed chairs, a couch, two mattresses, and several small pieces of furniture with all sundry drawers and things, but I didn’t need anything tonight–just a pleasant ride in a brief respite from rain.