Yip! Yip! Yip!

Three days now.
Yip! Yip! Yip!
I think one of my neighbors has a new dog.
Who has been left home alone during the day.
And is bored.
Or lonely.
Or possibly thinks that he has been abandoned and is unloved.
So he yips and yips and yips some more.
I am thankful that the dog isn't yipping all night too.
I think I prefer the guy who has been practicing Stairway to Heaven for the past 3 weeks. At least he takes a break.

Quirky Berkeley

I've been outside today weeding. As usual there is a ton of walking traffic down my street. Here are just a few of the conversations that I've caught snippets of today:

Two women pushing baby strollers - "The three of them just packed everything up and moved to Mexico. Mexico of all places! I don't know how anyone could ever live in Mexico."

Two high school boys - "I don't know what my moms was all about this morning. I mean, I took a shower and a shit . . ."

Two men - "Lately I've been thinking a lot about self-enlightenment"

I could condense the hour long phone call my neighbor had into about 5 sentences, but then you wouldn't get the effect of my listening to her say like, ya know, and OMG! repeatedly.