So the place next door is typically rented on a temporary basis of one to six months at a time (this is illegal, btw, but i like the owners)… Often the renters are fine, upstanding citizens sans yippy dogs…
But last night, i returned home (from the bar) to hear a loud woman on the deck chatting it up on the phone. And, according to the significant other, chain smoking.
Figure i’ll wait a week (during which we’ll be gone) before (politely) suggesting she STFU. And hope that she’s not next door for long.
Because if she is, i’ll start tweeting her convos!
in 7th and 8th grade, my primary teacher, Mrs. Bailey, had her own little library in the room. It was there where i read “Hiroshima” by John Hersey, “Johnny Got His Gun” by Dalton Trumbo, and “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson. Those books have stayed with me ever since and had a huge impact on my thinking.