Yesterday was a truly shitty day. Just horrible. Six times they worked in the streets at the other park during the eight years we were there which was one of the things I looked forward to escaping knowing it was just a matter of time before they dug them up again for some reason, yet what were they doing here yesterday? Working in the streets! It was horrible. It took way longer and was louder than when they seal-coated the streets at the other place. They milled them which means they raked the top layer off and I guess today is when they lay the asphalt. As I said, the noise was horrible. The miller, as well as the dump trucks and tractors, were just pure chaos. Forget about just loud. I could feel the floors rumbling beneath my feet. Of course it would have been a million times worse had I been on nights but had I been stone deaf, it still would have woken me up just from all the vibration.

It seems that many things I thought I’d escaped have followed me here…planes, projects, and even the lack of rain. I thought it would still rain 2 or 3 times a week once we got past the stormy season but it’s been so dry that brown spots are starting to show in the grass. There’s still humidity since there’s so much water around us but it’s down in the 50s percentage-wise instead of the 60s and 70s.

Anyway, back to bitching. We haven’t even been here three fucking months and already there’s been a major project and 4-5 residents doing projects. I can’t wait till the Canadian couple returns to their place just a few feet away to see what ruckus I’m in for there! While I’m at it, I wonder what the park is going to do next. Add speed bumps? Rip out everyone’s grass and replace it with gravel? Replace the rickety old wooden fence running along the back? Do something with the lighting? Redo the sidewalks?

I was just starting to fall asleep at 3:30 when the heavy equipment rolling by woke me up. Didn’t get the fuck out of the park until close to 5 so that really doesn’t help my schedule for the first dentist appointment. I could have been up by midnight or maybe even a little sooner, but because of their shit, I ended up sleeping until 1. Damn you, circadian rhythm disorder!

I messaged Kim on the 1st and didn’t hear from her long enough to wonder if I ever would again and then I finally got a message from her yesterday. Well, one from her that her sister sent, of course.

Every time this year I can’t help but remember Mary G. I know she became Mary D again but I still remember her as Mary G. I’m sure she doesn’t remember when the hell my birthday is. She’s 44 now. I’d like to think she never had any more kids but I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if she did. She may have lost her appetite for bad boys but popping out babies?