sitting outside on my porch, barefoot, glass of juice, laptop.

i’m bad with introductions. i hate burdening someone with the feeling that they should know my name but have forgotten it. can’t we all just go on face memory for the first half a dozen or so times?

the girl in 46 said her name was skylar. i think. she has a dog that likes to bark. which is only annoying at 9 on saturday morning.

i have no idea who lives in 48 (right next door to me). i know they make a bit of noise going up and down the stairs, and possibly speak a language other than english. i saw a woman enter the house for the first time yesterday. maybe i should bring them a pie.