memo

Dear person on our street* who has been putting old busted-up furniture in our contractor-supplied dumpster and today left a toilet full of cleaning liquid on the street between the dumpster and Himself's car:

a) Yes, I am assuming you are the same person. If you've been leaving the furniture but didn't leave the toilet, I'm blaming you for the toilet just the same, because the toilet person wouldn't have thought the dumpster was for general public use if it hadn't been for your furniture.

b) KNOCK IT OFF. Dumpsters aren't free, dude. You know what's free? Bulk trash pickup. Call the county and make a freakin' appointment. And get your goddamn commode out of our parking space.

signed,
perhaps you didn't realize we are living here during the renovation

* I have chosen not to use the word "neighbor" because this is some unneighborly behavior, is what it is.

in other news

This afternoon, during a completely ordinary phone call with my mother, I was struck for some reason with an unusually vivid sense of how this was exactly the sort of conversation I used to have with both my parents at once.

So of course I've been crying on and off since I hung up. I miss my dad.