It was NOT a quiet day in the neighborhood yesterday. I noticed the house across from Linda had parked in the seasonal’s driveway. Then I saw an SUV in front of their place and realized it was parked there because they were gearing up for a project. What I’m guessing was either their son or grandson washed the exterior of their house with a pressure washer. It took them four hours to do it. And as if the loud hum of the washer wasn’t annoying enough, the bastard was singing real loud. I was careful not to bitch about it too much to Tom because the more I would, the more defensive of the guy he became. I swear it bothers him more when I complain than it bothers me to be bothered by whatever I’m bothered about! This is something I’ve never understood and I doubt I ever will.

Eventually, I had to put on my headphones just to watch a movie, even in my “closet” office as I’d had enough of the washer and him screaming at the top of his lungs. Every fucking week there’s a project here. I asked Andy if he has the same problem and he does. I realize it’s not just me cursed with this shit and that it’s just so easy for people everywhere to do these things themselves as opposed to 30 years ago, and what they can’t do themselves has become more affordable. The day before yesterday, it was that fucking tractor in back of us. I totally take it back when I said I wished we were at the end of the street closer to the front of the park. No thanks, because then they’d literally be right smack behind us.

I still don’t expect this place to be as bad as the other place. It better not be!

I went out walking before the sun had risen yesterday morning and it was gorgeous out. About 70 degrees with 61% humidity. The new homes they’ve put in are cute and definitely appealing but damn are they set close together! And I hate the way the driveways are in between the places. They are also closer to the street than we were at our old place so I think I would pass. I really need a little more breathing room around me than that. As it is, our neighbors here are way too close.

Jessie sent me a couple of screenshots of the planes flying around us and flying around her new place and there’s a definite difference! They start between 5:00 and 6:00 in the morning and then it’s an all-day event well into the night. So after 8 years of that shit at the old place and then maybe about 5 here, I’ll make one last-ditch effort to try to at least escape the commercials. I get that these days, small planes and helicopters are everywhere, though.

The movers never called yesterday which doesn’t surprise me in the least. If ever there was a time for them to have a breakdown it would be when our stuff was on their truck. He’s gonna try calling them later on to find out where they are.

I’m still experiencing stomach pain. I thought the apple juice would help but it hasn’t. I still don’t know what could be causing it. I just really hope it goes away!