For a society that bashes homemakers, there certainly seems to be an awful lot of people home during the daytime. People that I doubt work at night. There’s always someone home next door, at Dan’s, in back, etc. There was always someone in the houses we could see from our old house, too.

Every time I look out back, I see something new in front. I can’t tell what it is, though. Kid’s toys? Maybe kids do live there. The only time I saw 2 or 3 kids was on the weekend and I thought they were visiting. There’s a white woman there with hair just past the shoulders, and one with hair nearly as long as mine which is now just above the crack of my ass. I don’t know if they both live there or not. There can’t be more than 2 or 3 adults living there from what I can tell, and as usual, there’s been activity over there. A worker came with a gas truck following it. I was surprised to see a gas truck. I didn’t think anyone out here had gas. They weren’t there long, then a white pickup came to work on whatever. I guess an old beat-up piece of shit like that’s gonna need work a few times a week. I’m just glad I don’t live in one of the rentals. I wouldn’t sleep much better there than I did at the Vista or Crystal Creek. Although I’d prefer to do neither, I’m just glad that I can see them and not hear them, if I’ve got to do one or the other. And I’m so glad they’re white, too!

Later...

Damn! Now there’s a red car and a brown car there, too. I saw some guy, a shorter-haired woman, and 2 little kids. That’s a lot of activity for a white household on a weekday, but I know there’s a connection to the fact that they rent. Renters always tend to have a lot of company, though I don’t know why. If we suddenly started renting, I wouldn’t want lots of company.

Later...

Now all that’s left in back is the worker’s pickup and the van that lives there. The car that lives there has been out all day. I still don’t know if the kids live there or not. Probably not. I don’t see enough of them. It’s so cool not to have to hear a thing. I’d never know any of this activity was going on if I hadn’t seen it, and I know those kids had to be screaming up a storm at some point. Especially when Daddy tried to fly a kite.

The kids are probably about 3 and 1 year old. The parents aren’t much older. Late teens to early twenties. In fact, as young as they are, I’m surprised I didn’t hear any music coming from the car, but once again, we do seem to be color-coded by how noisy we are.