I’ve been contemplating shaving my head because it’s so hot. Joanna doesn’t want me to, so she gave me a haircut instead. (She wasn’t too thrilled about it being any shorter, but it was getting silly.) It took her half an hour and it kept getting shorter. Had I not taken a nap and/or washed my hair before having her cut it, I think she would have had an easier time. Since I don’t really care too terribly much about how it looks, I’m happy with it if she’s happy with it. Paying someone to cut hair just seems silly.…
I haven’t been in a writing mood lately. I guess Joanna hasn’t either. The big news is that I’ve completed all the flights for my Private Pilot Certificate. I just have to emerge successful from a three hour oral questioning session, then prove to an examiner that I can fly the plane. This is all scheduled to take place on Monday. I need to study. We got Arthur back from the shop last week. He runs great, save the fact that he seems to have an electrical issue. The generator light is illuminated, and it’s not charging the battery. I…
Our upstairs neighbor came downstairs today. She was extremely apologetic. She had just gotten back from the airport, had been out of town all week. (So we didn’t hear her upstairs after all. Berck thinks I’m hearing things. I think her boyfriend came every evening to feed the cat.) So when Berck woke me up on Monday morning, wondering if our neighbor was dead, my sleepy answer was apparently accurate. “No, she had to get up early on Sunday to catch a plane. She’ll be gone all week, and the alarm will wake us up each morning.” Then I drifted…
The alarm went off again this morning. It’s not loud enough to wake you up immediately. Your brain just starts being overloaded by the constant repetition. We kept earplugs by the bed, but the pillow over my bad ear worked again for me, and I think Berck was too out of it to care, though he did mumble something about it. The note was still on the little clip by our neighbor’s door today…along with a business card for the U.S. Census Service, a representative of which knocked on our door sometime last week and asked if we had any…
Our upstairs neighbor isn’t around much. I think she spends most nights at her boyfriend’s place, coming back now and then to feed her cat (we’ve seen lurking in the window). This is good for a couple of reasons. On weekends especially, we tend to lose track of time and have the stereo up loud way into the night. When she is home, the floor creaks and groans, the washing machine rattles the walls, but it usually isn’t too bad. On Saturday night we went to bed late. After we had crawled in bed, we heard our neighbor climb the…