November 20, 2006 § Leave a comment

Sorry to be brief, Internet, but there’s someone two houses down from us who has been setting of some kind of explosive devices every few minutes for for the past half hour. There’s a couple seconds of flickering, then a blast, then a column of smoke saunters past the window. And whenever I hear explosions, I feel an irresistible urge to hide in bed. Concealed from the shrapnel, you see, by my soft blankets.

But the next door neighbors, they’re very nice. When we moved in, we piggybacked on their network for about two weeks while the telecommunications firm rummaged around in their collective ass for their collective thumb, we marveled aloud at our tremendous luck several times every day. Imagine! In this fishing community of 2500, we managed to move in right next door to an open wireless network!

And when they discovered (or, um, Richard confessed to) our piracy, the woman came over with a loaf of homemade bread, and now she’s helping me with my knitting.

This evening the man came over with a dozen eggs from some magical hens they apparently have access to. They arrived looking just as exotic as my (admittedly anemic) Easter Eggs.


Sometimes smalltown life seems like it just may work for us. And then another mini-bomb explodes. What the hell?


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