Without trying too hard to be a Dukey Downer (heh that's pretty funny actually), sometimes I think I like Winter more than the other three seasons. Because my windows are closed and I don't have to listen to assholes with grinders and drills, motorcycles and barking dogs and people having loud animated conversation right outside of my apartment. I suppose I could install the air conditioners and close the windows, but where's the fun in that?
Some shitbag down the street has been grinding on some poor piece of metal all day. Down the other way there is a guy cutting wood. A minute at a time. He does it all summer long.
How many woodworking projects can you have when you live in a two bedroom apartment?
The young couple next door got a dog last spring. One of those little yappy apartment dogs. The guy clears a little walking path in the snow for the yappy little dog to go out and do his business during the winter. They both work. So yappy is alone most of the time. He never cleans up yappy's shit, so when the melt finally happened there are some interesting smells wafting around the neighborhood.
And. Once the windows are open, yappy is yappy all the time. I have never understood people who get pets to leave alone in apartments. Seems cruel to me. Once Dulci is done, I'm done. She's a good cat, but high maintenance.
And there goes the ice cream truck blaring Scott Joplin's "The Entertainer." Something to look forward to every five minutes.
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