Earlier this week, we got a separate recycling bin, as we discovered after some little near-excitement. Today, at 5:10 PM local time (10/29), I personally dragged the extra one over to Effie's side of the yard so it can live with HER rubbish bin, not with ours. Delivered it right to her side of the duplex. I wore my little digi-cam around my neck to have it ready if she came out to get ugly with me. She didn't, but her front door was open when I was walking back across the grass of the front yard. We are not going to be the keepers of all the bins. En't looking at that every day.
Also of note, there are fresh tire tracks on the lawn. I think I wrote in an earlier entry that when Effie first moved in she occasionally drove her big, ugly brown van up onto the front lawn. A couple of times was okay with the landlords, but after they re-seeded the front lawn and learned she'd done it again, they were livid. One of these days, we'll get a photo to prove those are her tire tracks. I have faith.
The only other thing to report is that late in the week and much of today, Effie has been playing her jazz music so loud, I can hear the tune besides the bass. I got tired of it, so I have countered with a nice CD called "Relaxation for the Holidays." Usually, I don't combat noise with noise, but today feels special.
Okay, I swear this is the last thing I'll include in this entry: if Effie is going to have some kind of surgery in October, she has two more days. From all the kitchen noises she's been making all month, I don't believe there's been any surgery, thus far. And I don't believe there is any surgery planned in the next couple of days.
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