I’m sick of Steve. He and his mutt need to go. The fucking thing barked yesterday at 8:00 PM, and it was for more than a minute. Damn, I hope someone will complain! If he is like most people though, he won’t take it very well, especially since it appears he has a temper. I heard him arguing and swear at either his wife or the mutt and then storm out of the place to get something out of his car. He then shut the door with a honk and went back inside.
Tom lowered the sprinklers because he might have them start mowing now that the grass is starting to go to seed. To our surprise, they didn’t mow yesterday. He also glued what I call a disco ball back onto this black iron stand. It’s a ball with a pretty, colorful metallic coating.
We power washed the driveway and the car. Tom did most of it because I’m short.
My new beach chair arrived in it’s great. The only thing is that my feet don’t touch the ground, but if I have a mound of sand in front of me, that can be a little footrest.
I can’t wait to get back to the beach! I forgot to mention that for a split second I saw a dolphin just as it was diving under the water.