The Sounds of the Suburbs

So I've been making jokes lately about what yuppie-land we live in here in the green northern canyons of San Diego, where a nice cool breeze ruffles our rose bushes. And then, much to my heart's content, I am typing here at my laptop and I hear an irate neighbor's voice rise through his patio door, "F**k you, f**k you, and f**k YOU." And so on and so forth, voice in a crescendo. His inflections directed with absolute rage at whosoever his targets are. A screen door slams.

And so. Naturally. My two well-groomed cats and I gather at the window peering through the trees, trying to see beyond the clean rattan patio furniture of our neighbor's yard. Shadows skirt the concrete and we hear a woman's voice coaxing her irate male somebody... "Corey...Corey...come in here." She is taming her shaky voice, and my cat lovingly rubs his head under my chin.

I don't have much time to talk

Packing for my two-week trip to cold cold Minnesota. Looking forward to family time. Gunna miss Dave and the kitties.

Here's one of my fave songs that shows up on my Pandora all the time...

I don't have a sick, unhealthy relationship, but I do remember how awful and delicious they are. Kate Nash kind of nails it in this one! Enjoy.