D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

After way over than a week, the sneezing and runny nose and itchy eyes are getting old. I think it's allergies, because the sneezing comes in jags, and it makes sense because we finally had a truly wet rainy season and the plant life busted out all over and is now at various stages of vegetative reproduction. Also between sneezes I note that I can be in the yard for more than a minute without sneezing early in the morning or after I've run a sprinkler, but once it's sunny and dry, no. And a lot of other people also seem to be sneezing, but my co-workers haven't been calling in sick more than usual, so the problem is not a purple lurgie loose in the store. Still, I'd be glad if this ended already.

D.O.P.-T.

There's a moving van on the block once more; the family with the little girl who uses a wheelchair are leaving. Nice people. They have another child too, as well as a dog; possibly they outgrew the little house.

Extra D.O.P.-T.

Look while you can. They renovated the soul out of the yard and presumably the interior before putting it up for sale, but this is a nice bungalow that is totally blacked out on Google Street View. This is the house that used to have a hellhound with swiveling head on the peak of the porch gable every Hallowe'en. And a well-equipped graveyard in the front yard, which had more grass then to accommodate all the joke gravestones, body parts emerging from the grass, and mummified bodies.