Two nights ago a car pulled over in front of Bev’s place. We thought it broke down by the way its blinkers were on, yet it wasn’t there for long, nor did a tow truck ever come for it. Then the next day at work Tom heard a DJ on the radio saying how he hit a deer on “Shasta Way of all places.”

I caught Bev in the backyard taking down her clothes because I wanted to ask her about the spiders here since she’s a native. She said there are quite a few in the summer, but not in the winter. I asked if they got to be 6” wide and she said no, so that was good to hear.

Although her attitude didn’t seem any different, she almost seemed like she was in a hurry to get away from me, and afterward, I realized I never heard her door opening and closing like I usually do. Maybe it’s because I complained about her, but that’s ok because unless either of us has any other complaints, there’s no reason for us to chat ever again. I was just curious at first and then I wanted to get her to cut the bass and then I wanted to try to sell her my spider plant, but she says she has enough plants. I’m just glad she doesn’t pester me like I worried she may do at first. Not everyone’s alone by choice, though from what she’s told me, she is.

Unless it’s a coincidence, Webshots seems to have taken my advice. They have a section where you can leave feedback and I complained that there are too many holiday-related pictures. Not only are some of us not religious, but 2 out of the 4 daily pictures containing Christmas themes beginning 3 weeks before Christmas is a bit overkill. I don’t dig the idea of paying for a zillion Santa pictures!