Jeff talked to our elderly, deaf next door neighbor who seemed inordinately interested in our empty trashcan. Apparently (dispite a piece of mail addressed to Jamey sticking to the inside), he believes that ours is his since his trash can is missing. Jeff assured him ours is not in the garage and is, in fact, the one on the street.
That hasn't stopped him from investigating it again after Jeff came inside. I tried to get a picture of him with his head in our baby-diaper scented trash can, but he finally gave up after checking 4 times. Maybe he found his. Anyhoo, he entertained me as I watched him from our dining room. It doesn't take much these days. Since I didn't get a picture, here is a hoody towel of July.
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