Lunacy
Maybe it was the filling moon's fault, but the block was noisy at all hours the other night, making our usually peaceful repose unsatisfactory. Someone just had to dump a load of beer bottles into his recycling cart after two ayem, and then again at past three thirty. Someone needs a stern request. Things were quieter last night, so maybe the perp has gone out of town.
Beautiful late day of summer yesterday, swell for walking errands. The coffee joint loaded up a cup of soft ice cream with all kinds of chocolate, and it energized me enought to get everything done.
Started another shortish novel titled I Served the King of England by Bohumil Hrabal; he also wrote one called Closely Watched Trains which was made into a film back in the 1970's, I think it was. Thus far, it's funny and a bit outre.
Beautiful late day of summer yesterday, swell for walking errands. The coffee joint loaded up a cup of soft ice cream with all kinds of chocolate, and it energized me enought to get everything done.
Started another shortish novel titled I Served the King of England by Bohumil Hrabal; he also wrote one called Closely Watched Trains which was made into a film back in the 1970's, I think it was. Thus far, it's funny and a bit outre.
posted by isabelita at 10:15 AM
1 Comments:
amazing how thoughtless some people can be. I used to have stereo wars with the people in the apt. next to me. If they kept me up late at night, I'd blast my stereo (pointed to the adjoining wall) in the early a.m.
Quite satisfactory.
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