Garbage

The only time it is quiet here is between 1 and 4 a.m. Before 1, people seem to think it is OK to hang out directly outside our window and laugh and drink and play stupid music. After 4, the loudest garbage trucks you can possibly imagine come hammering down the road and back up 50 times in our little alley. Peaceful country life this is not. At least Charley's and Jacques are far enough down the road that we don't hear their pounding bass on the weekends.

We have a cane spider--a small one, but still freakishly terrifying. I tried to kill it but am not sure I succeeded.

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