He moved in quietly next door. Tom saw a guy in his 70s or 80s visiting who had a black SUV parked in the street. I don’t want to assume we lucked out as far as the new neighbor goes until a few months have passed. I’ve had neighbors start off quiet just to let loose a few months later. I think they figure that once people get to know them, it’ll be okay and they can get away with whatever. Like they’re less likely to get complaints if people know who they are.

Yesterday was the honker’s birthday. He’s younger than I thought at 59. I thought he was in his early 60s.

I don’t know why, but for the last week or so, there have been very few commercial planes flying over us and I’m absolutely loving the peace and quiet. I’m guessing it may have something to do with the storms going on in the rest of the country, but I don’t know. Seems to be enough planes elsewhere. I’m sure they’ll be bad again once storm season starts which sucks. I like to have sound machines and air cleaners turned off so I can enjoy listening to the rain but I have to listen to them too in order to do that.

I asked the chatbot where in Florida would be the best place to go to hear fewer commercial planes and they suggested places I don’t want to go. Mostly, the southern Gulf Coast and the Panhandle. The Panhandle is out of the question. It’s cooler and there are more blacks. I would go to the southern Gulf Coast before I went to the Panhandle. There are some parts that I’m sure would be wonderful. I don’t think we’ll move at this point, but if we ever do, I think we’re going to either head over to where Jessie is or go to the southern Atlantic side. That would be a tough decision to make too. I’d love to live near someone I’ve known all my life. But on the other hand, Jessie and I were never as close as Aly and I were, and the southern part of the state looks and feels more like I imagine Florida to be. I prefer the tropical zone as opposed to the subtropical, even though that does put us at more risk of hurricanes.

Being the curious person that I am and who likes to learn all kinds of things, whether they pertain to me or not, I asked the chatbot about spam laws. Back when the sick twists in Arizona messed with me in 2011, I couldn’t imagine what they could possibly have on me, since I knew I never sent them anything threatening, racist, etc. While I’m 95 percent sure it wasn’t a real cop that emailed me claiming that have made a case against me, actually… You only have to send one unsolicited message to a person to have it count as spam and you don’t have to be trying to promote or sell anything either. Some were auto-sent from Blogger and that may have constituted trying to promote my blog, so the laws are stricter than I realized. Even so, and even though Arizona is one of the strictest states in the country, and we’ve been living in a time when the courts jump at the opportunity to try a white defendant with a black plaintiff, I’m still reasonably sure that the cop email was a hoax.

I’m loving the new coffin burners! I wish I got these things years ago. They do a great job of containing all the ashes. With regular burners, some of them fall off the sides.

I want to try oil pastels sometime. I never heard of them before, until I saw a painting demo in my Facebook feed. They can be used on canvas too. The only thing is that you have to seal your drawing when it’s done because they never dry.