The vacant house next door suddenly became un-vacant again this afternoon. I don't know if the new occupants have actually moved in, or if they just moved in part of their furniture today. If that was all their stuff, then the family income must be going to pay for the big red truck they drive. Ooh, it's such a shiny truck that I felt about eight years old looking at it. How the eight-year-old me would have loved a shiny red truck such as that! Now, of course, I'd much rather have a comfortable mattress.
The neighbor on the other side has decided to mow his lawn this evening, and the power mower is making such a racket that I can't tell if the crickets are chirping or not. Before he began mowing, the acorn woodpeckers were chattering their evening song, but they have probably departed in disgust at the human's lack of appreciation for their efforts. I'd leave in disgust myself, but I live here, and anyway there's nowhere to go. And I have cooking to do.