Bane of the Neighborhood

The last full row is in place, though not yet mortared. I have started cutting the half bricks for the final row and I still have to dig out the front edge. Being done with the larger portion of the front porch is in the home stretch! (I'll take pictures tonight regardless of what isn't done.)

Still lovin’ the RotoZip even though 10 bricks later, I got a hand cramp. I do feel the need though to apologize to both the robins who gather at dusk to feast upon the lightning bugs and to my neighbors for the constant NNNEEEEEEENNNEEEENNNENUHHHHHHNEEEEEEENUHHHH that broke the relative peace of the evening. (Or at least at much peace as a four-lane roadway offers.)

My neighbor across the alley has an immaculate yard. She is ALWAYS out there doing something. ALWAYS. Tonight, she was watering. Many nights she sits outside either in a chair on the lawn or on her very quaint brick patio. She is far enough removed from the four lanes of traffic to have some peace. (Or as much peace as one can have living with an obnoxious teen daughter who produced a baby a few years back, and said baby, now a rambunctious, and adorable toddler.) Usually, she waves. Last night, she did not. She just looked disgusted.

My neighbor, with whom I share the vacant lot between us, hurriedly watered his tomatoes and left. He moved pretty quickly, too, a rarity for him.

So, they will really love me tonight when I resume working with the dronish tool. They’ll be relieved to know that, via Mother Nature’s intervention, they’ll likely get a break on Thursday and Friday.

But I'll be back. You'll no doubt hear me. NEEENEEEEENUHHHHHH.