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August 31st, 2009

Sleeping with the windows open, a nice breeze blowing through, the sounds of the cars, the bus, the MAX train, the dogs barking in chorus, the neighbor’s doberman/rotti beast throwing himself THUNK against her front door and barking maniacally every blessed time someone walks by, the train whistles from the other trains, the cats fighting, drunken fights or sometimes just loud conversations (“She said it was mine! And I believed her!” “Dude.”) as the guys walk home from the bar, the neighbors drunk in their yard (“YAHTZEE!”), car doors slamming, someone serenading us with an acoustic version of “Sweet Home Alabama” on the sidewalk outside our bedroom window…



  1. Steve R. says

    …then there’s the distant “clong… clong… clong…” that sounds like a pile driver or something, and the clatter of glass being poured from one container to another. I’ve finally decided the glass must be the guys at Plaid Pantry emptying the bottle redemption machine, but I can’t figure out where the hell in Portland they’re driving piles 24×7.

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  2. Nan says

    Hee hee! Last night we had windows open here in Stevenage Old Town, and the Granby across the road regaled us: “I’m calling a bloody taxi!” “Mumblemumble” “No you’re bloody not, I’m calling a bloody taxi!” This went on for some time, until I fell asleep. The first thought I had on waking this morning was “I wonder if she ever called that taxi?”

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  3. The Other Laura says

    Oh, I miss the days of open windows at night…

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