My neighbor is on a 9/40 schedule, which means he has every other Friday off work. And do you know what he does on those Fridays? He bangs a hammer ALL. DAY. LONG. I'm sure he's doing something very constructive on his house, but for me it just has the effect of listening to constant banging. I'm so grateful it's hot and sunny today, because every 10 minutes or so, he stops just long enough that I'm sure he's drinking some water. I can feel every cell of my brain relax a little during those brief moments. It's even better when he goes inside to pee (I figure that's what the five minute breaks are) or stops to have some lunch.
And the hammering would be bad enough, but for some reason, his hammer makes several of the dogs in the neighborhood start barking. If everyone doesn't shut the hell out, pretty soon I'm going to be standing out in the street barking in a frenzy myself.
I've been meaning to start writing about movies here. I always feel like I don't know the important things to say about a movie. I've heard some book bloggers say that about books, and I always feel like I just want to know how they liked books, and what they were about. So I'm sure any film studies majors who may come along and read wouldn't look down on me for my uninformed opinions about movies, but I still haven't started those posts.
My cat's face healed just fine, but she still has a big scar under her eye. My son calls her Scarface now.