Instead of “ah, the sounds of spring” (birdies chiping, gentle breezes wafting through the trees, and squirrels chittering), it’s been “arggh, the sounds of spring” around here since 10 a.m. First the neighbor on the left mowed his lawn. Not surprising. As soon as he finished, the neighbor on the right, Mr. Power Tool, got started. He mowed. He edged. He trimmed. Four hours later, he’s still at it, and now he’s VACUUMING his freakin’ lawn!
That’s it. I’m done. The boombox is now near the open window, cranked up as far as it will go, and I’m playing classic rock. I wonder how long I’ll need to do this until HE finds it as annoying?
6:45… Oh lookie! Mr. Power Tool just fired up the grill. Time for bagpipes. Tartanic, anyone?