I was surprised by a quiet morning yesterday and was glad to see that Jesse was staying home. But then at 10:30, he roared out on the motorcycle, since it’s stopped raining, and not long afterward, it was on and off barking sprees for us.

Then after he returned, a friend visited who also has a motorcycle. This one’s even louder than his, if you can believe it, and is so loud that we thought Jesse was coming down here on the ATV or something.

How can a household of just one person (since his kid obviously doesn’t live there after all) produce such a goddamn racket?!

So all was quiet for a couple of hours or so, then it was off to play engine-gunning. They’d start the motorcycle, stop it, start it, stop it, and after 3 times of this little game, it was back to the barking fits as Jesse obviously left either with or right after his cycle pal left.

Again, one person. Just one person lives there! Yet as fed up as I am with all the noise coming from up there, I know that to move would cost us twice as much with 10 times more noise. Your average rental is over a grand AND you have to pay all the utilities. At least here, as annoying as it can get, we don’t have to deal with the car stereos and that’s the worst thing of all to have to live with. It’s also nice not to have any screaming kids around.

It’s now the weekend, but I know that this no longer means we’ll get any peace. It’s like Jesse’s going out every single day now and for longer periods of time.

Just when I started to think the rain we’d never get that we finally did get was worthless after all, since it doesn’t stop the dogs from going off unless it’s coming down really hard, I wish it would rain every day because it keeps him off that damn motorcycle I wish I could smash to smithereens! I wish he’d get in an accident and develop a phobia of motorcycles!

So now I’m scrambling to do the electronic proofreading of The Influencer, now that the silent reading is done before the day’s calamity begins. The Influencer has a surprising number of typos, which means We’ll Meet Again Someday probably does too, and so I’ll eventually do the electronic reading on that which I had decided wasn’t necessary.

That eBay member that won (or practically stole) the Barbies, emailed me to let me know how pleased she was that I added those 4 extra dolls, and how much her 4-year-old daughter loves them. Well, steal of a deal or not, better to be in the hands of a delighted kid than in a box in our closet.

Where I made Journal of the Day on Christmas, I made Profile of the Day yesterday.

Guess that’s it for now. I’m going to get proofreading, entering sweeps, doing some laundry, and then I’ll fill you in on the day’s noise later on or tomorrow.