wow! i know. the birch trees behind the house are com-pro-mised. some sort of a beetle infestation. dropping leaves everywhere. and who gets to rake them all up? who knows. maybe they'll blow away.
this is mostly where the gawkers stand. they shout things a lot and we pretend can't hear them over the noise of the compressor.
yesterday's conversation with a lady i don't know: her: "it sure looks big" me: "it's the same footprint of the old house." her: "well, it sure looks big." me: "it's got to be if all 16 of us are going to be living there."lady's pie hole? closed for business.
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