July 26, 2016
The first smart thing I’ve done: I didn’t promise a post every day. As you’ve seen, on Sunday and Monday, I couldn’t write. On Sunday, in the morning, I gave in and accepted to bake a cake despite the high temperature. The results were somewhat mixed: the cake was good; however, I managed to burn my right hand. I don’t really know what I was thinking about, but I simply put my hand on the oven door to take the pan out with the other hand.
Of course, it wasn’t a very good Sunday, and writing was out of the question. I spent the entire day doing something I haven’t done in years: I watched a season and a half of The Big Bang Theory.
Anyway, I’m back in the trenches now. Let’s see for how long! Life has its own way to dictate what you can or can’t do.
This morning, I’ve been thinking a lot about the new shape of the neighborhood. It seems that in less than a year things changed dramatically. There’s good material for a writer, but as a person that enjoys quietness, especially in the mornings, there’s not such a good choice for living.
We have the guy who thinks he’s Elvis, and every morning, around six, he takes his guitar out in the yard and plays his guitar, which wouldn’t be too problematic. However, he also sings: from the tops of his lungs. All the dogs in the neighborhood feel a compulsion to sing along. It’s a unique concert that usually lasts about an hour or an hour and a half during weekdays. On weekends, things change. The guy gratifies us with two or three concerts along the day, each between one hour and a half and even three hours sometimes, when he feels inspired. I say inspired because all songs are personal composition (or at least, I can’t recognize them – his interpretation is unique).
Then we have the family of five, right next door. I’m happy when they have guests, and I think their three children are happy too. Those are the only moments when the adults play the role of loving parents and talk to their children with patience, and in a loving manner. The rest of the time, they could put a gang to shame. I don’t even have to check to find new phrases for swearing. They know the entire repertoire, and they use it with dedication when they address one of the children. And they do, constantly. The mother complains she’s very tired in the evenings, and I believe her. It is no easy task to yell nonstop and be so inventive that the swear words never overlap.
The other close neighbors are something else altogether. I’ve seen the man of the family once when he told me that I have an obnoxious dog (like I didn’t know that! Huh!). The lady I heard, or better said, I heard her sweeping the yard. She does that every day, at least three or four times a day. Otherwise, they come out of the house only after dark. No, they’re not vampires, because he wouldn’t have talked to me in broad daylight, and she wouldn’t be so adamant that no speck of dust touches her yard.
The ones that read my blog in the past might remember that I was wondering about the lack of kids. Of, good days! There was a huge shift in population. There are lots and lots of kids now. I can mention the little guy who likes to stand in the middle of the alley – for hours! – and imitate a crow. Terrific sound! Especially if you try hard to move a scene along in your novel, and the scene doesn’t involve a crow!
Most of the games that the other children play seem to involve a very long “aaaaaaaaaaah” repeated at very short intervals or running along with the supermarket carts that are the mark of the condominium. I’ve told you before: everyone must have one at the front door. It helps a lot: you can go shopping, take a run in the cart, walk the dog (why, I wonder?) and so on. I like people here: they are extremely inventive.
We couldn’t integrate into the population, I think, as we couldn’t go past the shame of going shopping, leaving with the cart from home or come back home with a cart. The truth is that we’re still old-fashioned: we carry everything in bags. Maybe one day we’ll reach the modern age too…. Who knows?
Rex is not the noisiest dog in the neighborhood anymore. That’s the happiest thing that has happened lately. He was outdone by two Chihuahuas, one poodle, a Shih Tzu, and a boxer. It’s true, he still watches the moon with apprehension and still gives the evil eye to planes and helicopters but he doesn’t bark at them anymore.
He hasn’t overcome other things, though. God forbid putting a thing in a place where that thing has not been before! He goes into a fit of barking and he doesn’t stop till the said thing is removed. The problem is when the neighbors move something in their yard: there, I have no jurisdiction. It makes for a happy afternoon, believe me! And besides that, of course, there are the squirrels. There are three of them at least, I think, because they’re of different color. They’ve seen that he gets furious when they come into his yard, and now, they come just for fun, talk to him, drive him crazy… Anyway, they go to bed early, so it’s not a real problem.
I think I’m all caught up right now. I ‘m about to launch a new novel. Check it out on my site and see the links! I had another one coming out last week and there has been a revamp to my crime story Mayhem on Nightingale Street. Another crime story is in the works!
See you soon and have fun! It’s summer!
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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