There’s a mansion on the hill
                   Psychedelic music fills the air
                   Peace and love live there still
                   In that mansion on the hill.

     Still not sleeping well.  This morning a neighbor decided to help that by starting his roofing project while I was still asleep.  Needless to say I wasn’t still asleep for long.  I really need to be somewhere in the boonies where it’s six miles between me and my nearest neighbor.  Problem is I need broadband access to maintain Eskimo.

      When I moved out to Shoreline, more than three decades ago, all behind us was undeveloped, and our neighbors were all old and we were young.  Our old neighbors weren’t very active.  All of our old neighbors have died or moved, mostly died.  Now we’ve got new young, active, and loud neighbors.

     Took Mae to the Dog Park in Mountlake Terrace today.  She had been really restless and quite a pest all day.

     Even though the lane this person wanted to be in was totally full of traffic, he couldn’t just wait in the driveway for it to clear, he had to bolt out in front of me, make me pounce on the brakes, and block my lane.  Gotta love it.