
At least it was that way on my street. Lawn chairs were parked on driveways and new neighbours met one another. It was all very suburban. The spitting started (the rain, not the neighbours) and we retired to the inside where pasta and meatballs were waiting for us. Poker followed, as did my new love affair with the sweetest Schnauzer in the world, Lucky. He leaned on me, heavily, as if he was a Great Dane (I hear they do this). He wanted to be scrubbed - his eyes told me so. So I did and I fell. How did it come to this? Now I want a dog. (Don't tell Ray!)
So yes, my house it full of crap food (canned , bagged, dried) and lawn furniture. At least we will be ready for the real storm - though I'm sure that won't come until out warranty runs out and all of our shutters fall off our house.