

Some tidbits, after a trying few weeks, dealing with clones of the former bad attack neighbors dumping their trash in my garbage cart. All beer bottles and liquor; I took it out and set it by theirs on the curb.
Well, I'm tired by being colonize by Yahoos, of the variety Swift wrote about. They are carbon copies of the last bad bunch, Prof Rober Rabbit and his Fishwife, whose children used our law for a public toilet, broke windows, attacked other kids, broke into houses for treats, you name it. Their daughters even have the same name, which my late cat also had, but poor little feline came by hers honestly. Here are my husbands' pictures of the Blood Moon, and our residential city turkey? Is she a girl or a boy?
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