Memento Mori

What peals of raucous guffaws, what elky noises, what YO YO YO, what immature non-conversation emanates from the neighbours' porch.

How can a group of people sit around for a full afternoon only making noises, spiced occasionally with a piece of sentence structure? Have they NOTHING better to do?

FURTHERMORE, do they realise that my WINDOW IS OPEN and I'm about to record their hullabaloo via a voice post for posterity?

Our power went out just as Dan and I were about to eat lunch. I said, "We'll know in about two minutes if the whole building is out, because Heather will come knock on the door."

Two minutes later, Heather knocked on the door.

I love the predictability of neighbours.

Apparently the whole town (and Sweet Home) were all out.

So we cleaned.

Spot was thoroughly enjoying sitting in front of the neighbours' window with the Small Annoying Dog, rolling around and staring at Small Annoying Dog, who yapped and yapped through the window.

Much as I would encourage Spot to continue harassing Small Annoying Dog, *I* got sick of the yapping and brought Spot in for a while. He seriously was out for a couple hours and didn't want to come in yet.

I'm working on the Size 4 Boys' jacket I was intending to enter in PatternReview's vintage contest but I don't think I can have it done by the end of the day, unfortunately. I have the outer shell all assembled, lining still to do. We'll see, but I'm not thinking it will happen, and the pants to go with it definitely won't. I'm making it out of plaid flannel shirting. I think I already talked about this, but oh well. I call any jacket made of noisy plaid a Sperry & McGurk jacket... and my future son will have one ready and waiting for him. *cackle*

I am NOT sleeping well. This place gets noisier all the time. I'm waking up early every morning lately it seems because some intelligent person or other is making some sort of noise - sometimes it's a neighbour just talking and sometimes it's a vehicle. Like the Harley owner who revs up his motor (I accidentally typed mother first - so out of it am I) every morning at like 5 and tears out of here like he wants to wake the dead.

This morning I heard the Harley owner and someone dropping glass and the other wonderful person who, on a regular basis, screams out of here in his car. I'm suspecting he needs new tires on a weekly basis.

All in all, I can't wait to get out of this joint Complex of Luxury Homes. I am not rested. I am not awake. I want to crawl back into bed and wake up in a much more refreshed and charitable mood... but I can't. In one short hour we must leave for church.

I should go out at two AM sometime and start playing "Smells Like Nirvana" at full blast. I mean, we're leaving the place soon and all.

Speaking of Weird Al... two days to go.

So. Tired. Those teenagers at 1.30 A.bsolute M.adness. Seriously. Such noisome pestilences, teenagers.

Hummm... Well, I've done some herb work today and started a batch of Mother's Applesauce Muffins only to realise The Endless Cache of Applesauce in our cupboard had at some point become the Non-Existent Cache of Applesauce. Thankfully I hadn't put anything wet in the batter yet. So I went to WinCo and picked up two vats of applesauce. For ze record, Seneca is the only brand that I found that has nothing extra in it, like sweeteners or high fructose corn syrup or other weird things. I also got some flour because we were clean out and some peaches so I can make frozen peach cream pie. And some cottage cheese, just because.

Came home and finished my muffins and prepared some steamed broccoli and a potato casserole for a husband who was on the hungry side. Did the dishes and now I am soporific. Yet, I do not care to have a repeat of last night's insomnia. Better not succumb to the urge to take a nap at this late hour.