GC has been violating the neighbours this week.
Two doors down from me is a woman with four dogs.
For three evenings last week, two dogs barked incessantly in her postage-stamp back yard. On the third evening I went over and talked to the dogs. They settled down, but started crying . . . → Read More: knitnut.net: GC has been violating the neighbours
Remember when you were a little kid, and a new family would move onto your street? You’d stand there watching the moving truck being unloaded, looking for clues about the children, how old they were, and what sex, hoping they’d have one just like you, someone with the potential to be your new best . . . → Read More: knitnut.net: New neighbours, old garbage
I live in a row house. The woman who owns the next house in the row is an investment advisor. She rents the place out to one group of kids after another, each of which generally moves out within a year to make way for yet another group. It’s an endless succession of hot-headed . . . → Read More: knitnut.net: GC reads the Riot Act