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Saturday, September 10, 2005
 
Suddenly, last summer...


 
Last evening, sitting watching a movie, I kept thinking I was hearing something out front. Like bumping or something. Was it the wind? Maybe Charles? Perhaps my imagination? Michael didn't hear anything, and I was tired, so I didn't go out. However, later on, I had the feeling again that I should go out and check on things. I looked at the front door, and realized I'd forgotten to lock it. I opened the front door, and found the new storm door open too. My contractors have finished several things - the deck, painting, solar lights - however, they haven't finished installing the storm doors yet. So that door doesn't close by itself. I closed it, and went in thinking of bedtime soon. Then I heard a little knock on a door.... Hmm. I went over to the my new front door, and looked through my new little peephole. My neighbor Doria. I opened the door, thinking, "what's up, at 9:45PM, on a slightly chilly, damp night"? She told me my car doors were open. I went out, and sure enough, the back door, and one of the side doors, were wide open. The lights shone inside. I thanked her, and went to shut the doors. Everything inside was intact. This was some 3 hours after we'd gotten home. So it had been sitting wide open in my driveway, with the back open to my quiet street (which is a fairly busy walkway) for hours.... Everything as I'd left it, forgetting to go back outside for one more load earlier. I love my neighborhood, and my neighbors. (Although there's one particular neighbor who comes back for our block parties, who I wish still lived here. She sold her house to Tammy, before I moved here.)


 
Whitford was having a little festival, so we went over to check it out, and get a bite to eat. Alison and I were talking, and watching Michael play coed volleyball with a giant ball. A moment later, we looked over, and Michael was slowly walking up a hill, surrounded by three girls. Alison commented "look at him, he's pimpin!" She found it is easy to see why the girls go for him. Let's see... Michael's kind, charming, funny, sharp, sweet, handsome, and he plays football.


Friday, September 09, 2005
 
Amusing note to self:

"I am not sure if the lesbian is a lesbian or not..."