Dog barking

We went to bed last night. My girlfriend in with me on the king bed, the boys in the guest room on the double. Trevor ended up on the floor of his room, as sharing the only other bed with his brother was a disaster.

I found Trevor tossed and turned at night when I had to share with him, so I didn't want to share with him again. I wanted a good nights sleep. I wanted to sleep long and well.

We watched "Weeds", a dark comedy, on Netflix, about a widow dealing drugs in the suburbs to make ends meet after her husband dies of a heart attack while jogging with their son. It was edgy and dark, but funny and sad at the same time. I probably wont watch it again. I don't like the drug movies.

I shower off the filth of the day and climb in bed. Lights went out. Hours later a dog starts barking outside. He goes on barking for a while. No one yells for him to stop as it is the middle of the night. I get up to close my bedroom windows. I start to get concerned that some prowler might be lurking. I go downstairs and turn on the exterior lights. The dog continues to bark. I can tell the dog is in the back, one of the dogs on the big lots, not part of our neighborhood. My stuff and the cars are out front, two fences away. I feel better with that realization. Leaving the front porch light on I go back to bed.

My girlfriend had wondered the house with me while I checked the dog barking noise. She had a hard time getting back to sleep. I fell asleep again quickly, but woke this morning to my mom calling me to let me know she would be heading up to unload her car at the new house this morning. I still felt tired from my disturbed sleep. I called my mom back and told her to wait until after the commute, leave after 9:00 am. It was 6:45am.

I showered and moved the cars to the neighbor's driveway, out of the way of the movers, when they arrive. Now I clock watch and wait for the big semi. I wonder if they will drive down the driveway or just park on the street and walk my stuff to the truck. The new house has a steep 15' pitch with a little dog leg turn at the top. Tom says to warn the movers to pack for a steep hill.

I worked hard to clear the walkway and the stairs to the street so the movers would have access. I did not get the side yard mowed or weed eaten, though I did clear it with my clippers. I am bringing the mower. I can cheat and set the wheels at their highest capacity and mow the blackberries down at first. Not scientific or the recommended method, but I have done it before and it works. I mowed my sister's ivy that way.

My girlfriend just walked in with Starbucks and donuts. Trevor and Riley are popping right up out of bed. Got to go.