Live & Kern

There are new helium-filled balloons next door. This time they’re Mylar — maybe they’ll last longer than the “regular” kind? Or mean something different?

The kind people working on the building next door are still at it. But (victory!) they took down the sad string of dead balloons.

And then the neighbor put out new dying balloons.

Is that, perhaps, the only way the occupants can find their home?

Were they planning on hanging new balloons out the window anyway? Do they mark some sort of anniversary?

Is there a party? Was there a party? Are they bragging about their fancy balloon party?

Were they stolen from children?

Is it a sign? Are the British coming by river?

Is the family dog afraid of balloons, which results in their outdoor state?

Are they trying to (slowly) create their own version of “Up”?

What are the balloons tied to on the inside — anything?

So many ballon questions.

It seems to take three people ... although one always seems to be supervising. At least they take turns supervising.

The work you’re doing — cleaning the windows and painting the trim — looks fantastic. But 7 a.m. is entirely too early for the beep, beep, beep of that lift that you’re using to do that work. And day three of that beep, beep, beep is definitely making me a crabby-pants.

Thanks,
Neighbor who doesn’t go to work until noon and stays up very late

P.S. If you could get rid of those balloons (the white string hanging out of that sixth-floor window), that would be great too. A year ago they were happy helium-filled balloons. Now they’re just sad.