girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

amidst more than ten thousand alleged heat-related deaths in France, a famous ancient tree at Versaille is lost as well.
and then my downstairs neighbor has the gall to complain (AGAIN) about the tiny little trickle of water the airconditioner in the bedroom makes in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. i only run it from about midnight to 5am so i can get a decent night's sleep. it drips down on to her GARDEN for christ's sake. and only once in awhile..last night was the first time it leaked in two weeks. but, first thing this morning..there she is, in all her housedress glory, pounding on the door and pitching a fit. in Italian. how do you say "give me a break lady, it's a 101 degrees and we're all suffering! and a little water isn't going to ruin your precious EMPTY terrace!" in Italian? did i mention she's never out there anyway?! ugh. ok, rant over.

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