Wednesday, June 4, 2014


With my kitchen window open I could hear people in the parking lot talking.  I knew it was my batty, old, mean, senile neighbor's voice, so I looked to see who she was talking to.  NO ONE!  I thought maybe she got a cell phone, but no, that technology would be much too much for what I give her credit for and didn't see one in her hand.  Now she's starting to talk to herself outside.  I talk to myself sometimes, like anybody, but don't have conversations with myself.

No comments: