Someone moved into the little house behind our duplex. Okay. No problems there. When they started hammering, sawing or talking on their cell phone at 6 am, I started getting a little pissy. When it started getting earlier, say, 5:30, and he was trying to dig a hole...shoveling rock infested hardpan is not one of my favorite noises ever. That screechy noise when he hits a rock...I almost got up and screamed out the window. Probably profanities. I can't be held responsible for what I yell out the window at 5:30 in the morning.
Yes, I am knitting, and quite a bit, I just can't be bothered to take pictures of it. Or anything else I've made for that matter. Job hunting sucks the ever loving life out of me, and this guy making noise every day (no rest on Saturdays or Sundays for this guy!) is enough to make me go crazy.
Hi.
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