If you haven't noticed, it is the first day of August. For many of you, perhaps you are dreading the need to turn your calendar page to reflect the current month. You may not even realize it, but out of all of the pictures to grace a calendar, August is nearly always the ugliest, least inspiring picture. I should know. I check. It happens to be a requirement of mine, before I buy a calendar, to check the image for August, as for me the year begins and ends in August. I've never understood why this eighth month so regularly fails to inspire people in the calendar making business. Perhaps the reasons stated in this article explain some of it, but if there is such disdain for this month, surely a great way to spruce it up would be to give it a half-way decent picture for all 31 days. Maybe when I am rich and famous I will commission calendar pages that are achingly beautiful and I will make them all for the month of August. Everyone will wish it were August year round.
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So I am sitting reading a portion of Acts for my Greek translation project and from the building outside my balcony I hear a "disturbance" and things falling down stairs. I went out on my balcony, and a young man and couple gals where throwing things like telephones and epithets at each other. The guy got in his car to drive away, but a cell phone bouncing off his paint job encouraged him to get out of the car and hurl a few more choice words in reply.
I asked one girl if everything was alright and she asked me to call the police - because her phone was broken. I just got my handy-dandy phone book today, so I looked up the non-emergency number, but went back to my balcony before I dialed. I asked her if she still wanted me to call, and she said her friend was already calling. She apologized profusely for the disturbance, and I said not to worry, but to holler if ever there was trouble because I'm always here studying at night.
Things have calmed down now. And now I know the number for the police.
And maybe your turtle left because it was jealous that Chule could make bigger p**ps on the kitchen floor than he could.