The sun wasn’t even up when a huge bang shuddered its way through the house and our dream-time. It was so loud and frightening that the dogs jumped from the bed and raced from the bedroom growling wildly.
I awoke thinking, “What the hell – did a car jus’ drive through our front room or something?!”
Immediately, I scrambled for my britches and a shirt, got dressed and headed out the front door to search for the cause of this massive noise. I quickly found it.
My neighbor had opened the heavy steel door to the extra large garbage bin he’d rented, and it slammed into our fence, which is connected to the corner of our home, causing the bang to echo loudly down the wall.
“Sorry, it was an accident. Didn’t realize how heavy the damned thing was,” he said.
I smiled, “Accidents happen, besides I’ve been promising myself to start getting up early again instead of sleeping in like I have been.”
“Well, again, sorry for waking you,” he said.
“No problemo,” I responded in pseudo-Mexican.
While he works in his backyard, my wife and I are enjoying some of the 70’s and 80’s soft-rock sounds of our childhoods.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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