Saturday, September 12, 2009
Why I'm Ready to Live in a Yurt in the Middle of Five Acres
I don't know what the neighbors in the front house are doing. About every fifteen or 20 minutes they throw their back door open, throw something out on the patio that sounds like a pile of shoes and then they slam the door shut. This is about the fifth time already. It's dark over there...for all I know it's burglars. But why would burglars throw things in the back yard where they'd have to toss them over the fence to get them out? Strange. I'd really like to get some sleep.