The neighbors behind us play loud rap music that puts everyone in a bad mood. When their radio broke this evening, the man started cursing just like the rap people, only he didn’t have any sort of beat. He just cursed about mothers and god and the injustice of broken radios. Who knows what happened to the radio. He was so mad at everything in the world because his rap music died.
As all this was going on, Joan was sitting in the yard with us taking turns brushing me and Shane. There’s enough fur to knit a sweater! Saki was playing in the pool and eating watermelon. So, to make the sounds of the cursing rap-loser neighbor drown under something pleasant, she played all the arias from Le nozze di Figaro. It wasn't very loud, but maybe we'll invest in a boom box louder than the neighbors' boom boxes.
One time, a friend came to visit us and we were all in the backyard lying around and listening to Pavarotti. The friend stood there for a minute and then said: “You’re in the wrong neighborhood.” Alas. La vita รจ la vita.
Best wishes, Juno
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