For such a small town, there sure are an awful lot of cars with loud stereos here. I hear them thump by several times a day. Fortunately, it’s not as loud as Phoenix. Still, there are so damn many of them. You can’t even go down the street without passing by one of them or a squad car. I guess they’re bigger on stereos in Oregon than down in Arizona because Arizona started restricting those as they do with everything the first chance they get. I’m surprised they haven’t been banned yet. I guess those gay marriages are too much more important than disturbed peace and possible unheard sirens.

If Bev had kept doing whatever it was she was doing for any length of time, she’d have gotten on my nerves. She was banging around over there earlier. I guess maybe it was cleaning day. I saw her hang clothes on the line, too. My first thought was that she was gearing up to entertain guests for Thanksgiving, but it’s too soon. I still think she’ll do that and Christmas here, though, because her family must know she doesn’t like to go out.

I moved the rat from the bedroom closet to the dining area. I realized this isn’t jail. Management isn’t going to check up on us regularly or do searches. Besides, if they were going to come in for any reason, I’m sure we’d know about it ahead of time. Lastly, something like a rodent may not even require a deposit. Especially one in such a small cage.

Later…

Bev’s slamming shit around again next door. So much for the perfect neighbor, though they do say that all good things must come to an end. Tom thinks that because it’s that time of year, she’s just rearranging furniture, cleaning, making room for a Christmas tree, and things like that. Yeah, and to entertain all the guests that’ll no doubt drive me nuts. I wish we could go somewhere for the holidays. I don’t want to stay here and be forcefully invited to the party. I guess I’ll just hibernate in the bedroom with the music going. Why oh why must I always be next to home-all-the-time neighbors who never go anywhere???

It could also be that she’s packing to move since the good ones always turn around and move as soon as either they arrive or you arrive. Tom doesn’t think that’s likely at this time of year. Either way, I just hope she doesn’t become noisy on a regular basis or that’s all the more reason I’m not going to worry if I’m noisy myself. In fact, we did a little pounding of our own, even if it was nothing compared to the pounding we’ve heard from over there, putting up the last of the wall decorations.

I just heard a super loud stereo thump by. So this is it? This is the day it all changes? The neighbors get noisy and the stereos get louder?

Tom’s not happy that they’re going to have a potluck in a couple of weeks at work. Work is supposed to be for working, not socializing.