Elton John may have said Saturday night was alright for fighting but it was last night in our neighborhood. We had screeching from all directions and in several languages. I’m thinking of introducing a referendum for the next ballot. If you are going to fight outside in summer where the whole world has to hear it you have to do it in English so the whole neighborhood can get some entertainment value out of it and know if they need to call the police. When some one is screaming in Russian or Hebrew it all sounds bad.
And the elderly woman across the street who screams at her whole family has a voice that could double as the family’s cheese grater either that or etch pictures on glass shower doors for free. She has an amazingly awful voice to listen to and you can’t understand a single thing. I suspect she got that way from many years of being ignored and hasn’t bothered to notice ramping up in pitch an loudness hasn’t worked.
When the neighbors to the south started up at 2:30 am I almost started screaming myself.
One of my other lessons in bad taste in partners has sent me two friend requests in the last week, one for Linkedin and one for Goodreads. This one was a real prize. After I was with her for 2 years and left her because it was getting too weird and dangerous she was allegedly diagnosed with multiple personality disorder which actually made some sense since I never knew who was going to be there. I finally got to weirded out and left and she called me for months afterwards crying she didn’t understand why I had left. At first I would explain and then I would just hang up after I gave up. And now she wants to be friends? Already made that mistake once and that turned out horribly not doing it again! Luckily I don’t think she has found the LiveJournal or Facebook sites yet.
Our internet has been off for a few days so I apologize for the silence.
It gave me a chance to do some editing of the next paperback of stories and try to decide what to put in it. I also had a chance to come up with some more ideas to try and work out in my head so there may be more stories soon if they are good enough.
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