Smoking some billy budd in a Savineli. It’s a lovely afternoon, finished work early. Trying to get myself motivated to deal with a broken bolt in the old outboard motor I’m rebuilding.
Neighbors across the street have still not convinced me that they are not aliens, although the male has proven to be a wonderfully helpful guy, coming over my place to move seven tons of gravel to my backyard with the Bobcat skid steer he keeps in his driveway. He told me that while riding his Harley, he only listens to “Night Moves” by Bob Seeger, and that he needs to keep his ear buds at full volume so he can hear the song over the engine. That explains the constant yelling. Interesting, I have not seen the female in weeks. I have heard her, however, screeching at the male about Chinese food. I think she may have entered her cocoon and is in stage two of metamorphosis.