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May 27, 2006

My neighborhood is odd. permalink

Van stickerThings are getting progressively stranger as we march officially into summer.

Our neighbor Theresa bought a house, so she and Fuggles, worlds cutest kitten, have moved away. The landlord seems to be in no hurry to find new tenants, and I fear it will become another group house where nobody interacts with the neighbors. That's old.

Our next door neighbors who own Zoe the pitbull—well, I have no clue what's going on there. I haven't seen Zoe in a month. The cops came by in the middle of the night and confiscated one of their cars. And they've taken to leaving overturned plastic lawn chairs in their front yard, and stuff in their driveway.

But our newest neighbors, who have lived there for about a year, take the cake. Last night, he was out vaccuuming his garage (with the garage door open) at 11:30pm. What's wrong with this picture? Or, should I say, what's right? If I ever talk about vaccuuming my garage at any time of the day or night, please commit me right then.

(Of course, first, I'd need a garage.)

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Yesterday, it was drizzling in the morning, but I rode my bike anyways. I was mostly drawn by the thought of Breakfast on the Bridges, which happens on the last Friday morning of the month. I hadn't encountered one in well over a year.

After my pannier experience of the other morning, I wanted to make sure they weren't going anywhere, so I checked the velcro, and then added bungee cords.

I then inflated the tires so they were nice and hard, and jumped on, and heard a scraping noise coming from the back tire. I get off, look at it, it all seems fine, but the scraping continues.

So I wheel that bicycle back into the shed, and get the other one out. Inflate its tires. Hit the road.

All of this rigamarole had taken far longer than I had intended, so I got to the BotB at about 8:50, and they were going to be closing up around 9. Of course, they were already closed up and were ready to ride off, and they were very sweet and offered me muffins, and it's all very understandable, but. It set the tone for the rest of the day.My neighborhood is odd.

Posted at May 27, 2006

Comments

Hmm. Our car got broken into over the weekend - your neighborhood may be odd, but the teenagers next door are driving us nuts! (Not to mention the pack of dogs!!!)

Hope you had a nice weekend.

Posted by: neca at May 30, 2006 10:50 AM