Another one of the neighbors was yelling at the crowd today. She needed to get out of her driveway and of course it was blocked by people coming to see the birds. It’s bad when someone can make a peace activist yell. I guess you don’t want to block her driveway when she needs to get downtown before something closes.
My co-worker took a week off of work to go golfing with his wife. He bought new clubs and now he’s trying to get me to do the same. I should probably learn how to play with the clubs I already have, even though there are other clubs rated much higher.
The book I’m currently reading is The Devil in White City which was given to me by Carolyn’s friend Heidi for helping her fix her blog. If I recall, I didn’t have to do all that much and so far this book is pretty interesting. Much more interesting than most factual books, anyway.
I don’t what town this is with this crazy swift bird scene. But I would imagine a town where the big to-do is to see these birds would also be hyper aware of the neighborhood nightmares. Like those towns in middle America where they have to post signs, Please do not park on the grass, when the carnival comes to town. Or in the SRO (single room occupancy–where one rents a single room) in NYC where my friend’s boyfriend lived and there was a big sign over the communal kitchen sink: PLEASE do not urinate in sink!
Sorry–I didn’t finish. So my point is–perhaps taking this up with the municipality will at least get you guys some signs.