May 31st, 2019

End of week. End of month.

It always seems tidier when the end of a month falls on a Friday or a Sunday. Not that it really matters, it just seems more organized.

Bre, from the gym, has only 19 more days until she moves to Hawaii. She says her husband is ready to leave today but she's getting stressed about needing more time. I'm going to miss her cheery face in the mornings.

Today's plan is to finish off the short jacket/hoodie I started yesterday. It occurred to me that I might have some more of that Mariners fleece in a pile somewhere so the first order of business is to check nooks and crannies. If no find, no biggie. I can finish it with what I have. I have two night games in the next 7 days and I need the jacket for both. I decided this morning, I'm going for big kangaroo pockets no matter what else I do.

I need a trip to Dollar Tree but there isn't one close and I'm not sure it's worth a special trip. I could go tomorrow after the pool but that's a waste of fried chicken. The Dollar Tree store is kitty cornered from Popeye's. Tomorrow is one of those Mariner games so no fried chicken. But, really, there's no law that says after Dollar Tree shopping you must have friend chicken. I think I can do it without. Maybe. Worth a try, I guess.

I just got up for more coffee. Zoey met me in the kitchen by her empty food bowl. So I dished out some food. It ended up being the last of the can. I put the food in the bowl and the empty can on the counter while I got my coffee. She ignored the bowl and instead liked the empty can. Cats. Geesh.

Ok, now I've murdered another half our drinking that coffee and internet futzing. Time to get up an get dressed and get to work!


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ahhhhhh silence

My next door neighbor has been playing music all day and I'm sure it's lovely music but I can clearly hear the base thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping - solidly since about 9 am (it's now 1:30). It's making me crazy. I'm not ready for TV quite yet but I may start watching early just to drowned out the thumping.

It's really loud back by the sewing machine where I have been all day. I finished up my hoodie. I'll go back there and clean up later but I had to get away from the thump. (I did send him an email a few minutes ago asking him if he could maybe move his speakers away from my wall.)

I'm kind of thrilled with how my little scrap basket hoodie turned out. It's exactly what I wanted... an easy to wear while sitting, warm but easy to carry when not wearing with big deep pockets for phone, tissue, treats...

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I thought I was making compromises because the scraps I had weren't big enough. I thought the red would have been better on top. I thought the pockets should have been deeper. I thought two different Mariner prints wold be too weird. But, I didn't really have a choice and now that it's done, I like it just the way it is!

Heck, I may wear this even when I'm not going to a Mariner game.

OMG, he just turned off the music or moved the speakers or something but all of a sudden the hammering has stopped!! Oh joy. Oh rapture. Whew.

Maybe I will go back and clean up my sewing mess. Maybe I'll do laundry. Maybe I'll clean the kitchen. Maybe I'll do all of that. OR... maybe none.

Worst neighbor ever...

So. Remember last winter when there was a dog who barked for a solid day next door and I wrote the guys who live there a note complaining? And then found out that one of them was, at the time the dog was barking, dying in the hospital and the barking dog belong to a friend who came to be with him in his last hours.

Oh yeah, I felt great about that.

Cut to today. I send the guy who still lives there (husband of guy who died) a note asking him (quite nicely, thankfully) if he could move his speakers.

Well, turns out, the music was cranked up so they could hear it while he and his friends carted their stuff out.

I just got a copy of the updated building directory that now lists that unit as rental/unoccupied. I think, now, he just moved his speakers to the U-Haul out on the street.

At least I'll bet when he sees my note, he'll have a little giggle and be thankful he's getting away from That Bitch Next Door.

Wonder what kind of neighbor I'll get next.