A truck parked in the driveway of the vacant house next door for a while this afternoon, and I expected them to bring out some equipment with which to mow the two-foot tall dried grass in the yard, but they went away without doing anything. Maybe they were just checking to see what needed to be done, and will come back tomorrow while I'm sleeping and make noise to disturb me. That's really a small price to pay for the quiet which has reigned most of the time since the place went vacant. I think it's been more than four years now. I'm not sure. It's difficult to keep track of time in a place where so little changes. Years all blend together.
Also: An interesting article dug up by wild_magnolia: The Faggot Family.
See this page for a bit of clarification. The link to Mr. Brain's Faggots on that page wouldn't work for me. Network problem. I'm thinking the site is overloaded by people seeking information about tasty British faggots. I wonder if they could make a vegan alternative?