Apparently his name is Crash

The dog that lives at the house behind us is often just chained to the large tree in its yard. Yesterday I started wondering if he gets let into the house at all, based on the giant dirt ring around the tree, with a radius roughly the length of his chain. At the time, he was barking up a storm and running around like crazy for no apparent reason. Adam: What's the point of even having a dog like that? It seems like he's just permanently outside, chained to the tree. Megan: He's not always out there. I never see him taken in our out, but sometimes I pass by with Moxie and he's not there. Sure is being noisy tonight though. Adam: Ahh, looks like it's dinner time… Someone's bringing him food. No, wait, scratch that. Just taking out the trash.

Old Lady

When I came home and reported the news of my Osteoperosis to Megan last night, she called me an old lady. I'm beginning to think she's right.

I'm 24 and…

1. I have Osteoperosis
2. I've had my first Colonoscopy
3. I crochet
4. I was recently sucker punched 3 times in the face by a thug who stole $33 from me
   
5. Words can not describe my stubbornness once I've got my mind set on something
6. I'm more worried about my knees and my back than my retirement fund
7. I can be overheard talking about, "kids today…"
8. My pharmacist knows me by my First Name
9. "I just can’t drink the way I used to" has replaced "I'm never going to drink that much again"
10. I find myself making more and more lists

What?

Our back yard, like so many others, backs up to the back yard of the house behind us. Our back-yard neighbors are very interesting.

We don't go out of our way to monitor their activities, but they are regular enough that we've noticed some habits. For example, they have a gazebo that they play cards and smoke in – rain or shine.

Extrapolating from the number of times we see them take out their garbage in the evening and during the day on weekends, we estimate that they take out their trash about twice per meal, and once per snack. The trash cans are behind their shed, and when it snowed they shoveled a path from the back door to behind the shed, for the express purpose of taking out the garbage. I would too, if I were making that trip 10 times a day.

Late in the day I was playing Zelda and Megan was reading a book, and we noticed from our living room window that two of them had gone to the trash cans, twice as many as usual, and it looked like she was shaving his back over one of the garbage cans.

Our back-yard neighbors are very interesting.