As I’m writing this Stanley is asleep beside me. I mean half on my chest, the rest of him sprawled over my stomach. He is comfy. I’m not.
It’s raining. We got up early so Stanley had a chance to do his thing which, for some reason, always includes him running to the corner of the yard, trying to climb the fence, and barking like mad regardless of the hour. I didn’t hush him this morning. I let him bark to his heart’s content.
My neighbors deserved it.
My neighbors are party animals. This is the same woman who checks on me periodically and annoys me no end. For the entire week they have had company. It was Holy Week in San Antonio which means fiesta is just around the corner. I don’t know if it was Holy Week or the fiesta part that induced all of the parties, but I had people parking in my driveway, trying to turn around almost on my yard, and blocking me whenever I tried to leave my house. (The nerve of me!)
The celebrations went on until 3 o’clock in the morning for the past five days. I could’ve slept through it had it not been for Stanley, who decided to bark whenever a surge of music came over the fence. Or someone parked in the driveway. Or someone went to their car. He was not a happy camper.
I think I’ve figured out why the woman checks on me all the time. I’m an introvert. I’m a loner. I’m happy as a clam living by myself with my snarfy dog, being visited by my son and a few friends. I don’t have parties. I don’t go to parties. Evidently, there’s something drastically wrong with me.
Fiesta starts in a few days, so I think this might go on until the beginning of May. I hope Stanley holds out. For me, I have earphones and some measure of patience. We’ll see how long that lasts.