We landed in Argentina one year ago today! I guess we should be celebrating or something, but here we are at 1:30 in the morning, me finishing up a newsletter and Tony watching an old black and white. We are excitement exemplified.
Tonight was kind of exciting. We almost beat up the neighbors’ dogs. They bark and bark and bark and bark. The owners don’t mind since they are both deaf. We had to write them a note (Shut your dogs up. We can’t sleep!) and leave it for them. The owner came out, read the note, and Tony gesticulated to him wildly. We couldn’t believe they quieted the dogs instead of getting mad at us, like our neighbors have always done in the past when confronted by their totally nightmare behaviors. Which is good, because Tony was about to kick them – the dogs, that is. It is so bad we can’t sleep at night. They just bark and bark and bark and bark. As we stood outside at 11pm giving the dogs the evil eye, discussing what to do, I asked out loud to the air, “Why do we always have neighbors from hell? Why??”
“I don’t know,” Tony said. “Satan?”
As we came in carrying on to each other about our newest situation with neighbors, the kids said, “I don’t know, I’m kind of used to it. They bark all the time. It’s like, familiar or something.”
What would Jesus do?, we always ask ourselves (well, when we’re thinking, and not wanting to kick dogs into next week).
I don’t know the answer to that. I really don’t know. He, Jesus, could sleep on a little boat through storms; we can’t!
(This is where I’m supposed to insert a Bible verse and get all spiritual. But after a year of trials such as these – this one being a very mild one – I really can’t say it gets any easier. Does it get any easier? Not for me. I still dream of my little farmette in the country with NO neighbors where I have my little orchard of apple trees that I wake up to gaze out upon, just me and my coffee. It’s an escape mechanism. :))