If you remember, we live on a very busty (I’m so keeping that typo!) street.
It is actually one of the main streets here in town. We live right on the corner- there is a light and a bus stop (actually people waiting for the bus sit on the brick retaining wall in my yard- if I could find a way to put a trash can there I would be much happier with the bus stop) and a pretty constant flow of traffic.
Now my neighbor’s lot is a strange one. It runs the length of our front yard and then our yard ends right about the middle of our driveway. So the grass on half of our driveway is his. And he will freak the eff out if there is even a single tread on his lawn. We’ve been here for roughly four months and already had numerous run-ins with this man.
He is so, so, so very odd. He is currently working on a new mailbox.
I kid you not- it is a mailbox that is in the “stomach” of a mannequin. He has been working on this thing for the entire time we’ve been here. I keep trying to get a picture but there is never the right time. Rest assured that when it is officially unveiled I will present an entire photo spread.
This brings us to today.
MrBunny and I had gone to dinner at the seafood place up the street. We were coming home and stopped at the stop light- directly across from our house.
Much to our surprise there was our neighbor. In a hammock. Right next to the street. Passed out cold. With a cooler of beer sitting next to him. That was around 5:30 (MrBunny likes to eat early- he is 30 something going on 70 something. Ask me someday about his love of track suits) and when I just went out there ten minutes ago (little after 9) to turn off the sprinkler he is still there. Still out cold.
I can’t wait to wake up in the morning and see him still lying there. I will not be the least bit surprised.
Here’s hoping no one runs the light or gets in a wreck in the intersection- because he will be toast.
There is nothing more relaxing than being lulled to sleep by the sound of squealing tires and the smell of exhaust.