Bus Is to Avocado as Art is to Lightpole

I volunteer for an hour or so on Thursday nights. Tonight, since my car is having self-esteem issues, I rode the bus. I left my volunteer place at 7:20 pm and a mere five hours later, I made it back to the Vault. It's actually not that far from home: 28.8 miles. I am very accurate when I'm cranky, it seems. My commute involved three different buses and two separate light rails. It was overly complicated due to a car crash on the light rails that (rightly so) stopped all the trains.

After getting to the light rail station near the Vault at 12:20 am, I was muttering under my breath about how I could almost have walked home in that same amount of time. I then looked up and saw the Ominous Avocado of Mysterious Intent on a hill in the middle of campus. I first spotted this...enormous half of an avocado (not a euphemism) about a week ago. It is large, made of cardboard? paper mache? something?

My first sighting was while walking across campus with my friend. This Ominous Avocado was being carried on a bright orange crate by several people, complete with movie camera to document its migration. I slowed down and pondered this, because it was wierd. I saw it yesterday, floating in the pond. Today, it was on the hill. I wonder very much about this Ominous Avocado of Mysterious Intent and I especially wonder about where exactly it will appear next. Sometimes life is odd.

This happened about a week after the fenced off lightpole. I know it was fenced off because they put down new grass seed, but the stuff they used for a fence looked like those velvet ropes you see at art museums that are supposed to keep you from licking the lead-based paint. And the lightpole it surrounded was actually kinda new. I had a vision of typing up (and posting on the pole) something like this:

"LIGHTPOLE"
Artist Unknown, circa 2010
Mixed media: metal, glass, light bulb, maroon lacquer
from private collection at University of Denver
Please don't lick the paint

The fencing, sadly, came down before I got to my printer. I'm very glad the Ominous Avocado of Mysterious Intent appeared to fill the void. Thursdays are odd.

An Erinku:
brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
my toes
happy for blankets
on this cold night