And now, we catch up...

It's amazing how much laundry a week without a dryer can generate. Holy hell. But the nice man with the part for it came back yesterday, and fixed it, so today I get to play "Laundress". My intent is to have every last bit of laundry caught up and put away by the day's end. Maybe. I don't know - half seems reasonable. I think.

This means I do not need to be sitting and savoring a cup of coffee using a blog entry to put off the inevitable, but I'm going to anyway.

We have new neighbors. The former residence of the Jackass Neighbors rented *very* quickly, and a great, big truck containing all manner of things arrived yesterday. I was relieved to see evidence of them having kids -- this means no death metal at 3.30am, I'm assuming. (Oh, yes. That was when the male half of the equation got up for work - if his wife and son weren't there, it was on.) I'm also assuming this means there will be no play with the car alarm late at night or early in the morning. I hope. Oh, I hope. I honestly dread the thought of new neighbors now, something I used to not do, so I'm having quite the lesson in remaining in the present. There are no signs that these people will throw trash cans and call us names. (Present, be present.....be present......)

As much as I love this little house townhouse, sometimes I long for a big house in the country located smack dab in the middle of a two acre yard. (And a water balloon catapult.)