I guess my folks are leaving today.

Anyway, I never heard any basketball players during the weekend, but our heat lovers must’ve been out back for a few minutes, cuz I heard her say, “Get up off the ground,” to the kid. It didn’t sound butchy and manly enough to be her, so maybe it was her friend. Maybe that red truck dropped her off, cuz I heard someone leave from there later on. All I heard was car doors, though, but 3 times, bass blasters cruised the streets. Sundays seem to be the day for bass blasters. In fact, someone’s stereo woke me up, but at least I did go back to sleep. I highly doubt it was someone going or coming from next door, but I’ll ask Tom.

I hope to hell that over next weekend all’s quiet here. Please God, no dogs, no stereos, no ballgames, and no loudmouths next door.

Today I’ll be washing the walls around here, then by Wednesday, I’ll have all the cleaning done.

Shelly should get her pictures and letter today if she hasn’t already gotten them on Saturday. Tammy will get her pictures on the 8th.

It turns out, as I noticed last night, I got more color than I thought I did. My thighs and chest are sunburned, so I’ll stay inside today.