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Enjoy!
Later, as I got ready for work, I smelled smoke.
Odd, for 9am on a Thurs
I looked out several windows, only to discover my strange neighbour's man-friend out the back of her house with a giant pile of crap he'd lit on fire. He was tossing large cardboard boxes on the pile, and it didn't only smell like wood, but more toxic smelling as it made me actually cough, and my throat feel funny, not to mention a fair bit of smoke come into my lower level and large pieces of ash from the cardboard flying everywhere. The wood in the pile was not firewood, but treated boards and whatnot from renovations she's been doing, as well as other misc. garbage. Not good.
Well, he, (and she for that matter) must not realise there is a burning ordinance in Duluth, and this fire pile was so large and not even all in say a burning barrel, or neat pile, but stretched out over a large area, and directly under some power lines.
Dopes. Totally unsafe.
He did have a hose, but still, this is dangerous, and not a way to get rid of garbage in town because you've neglected your responsibilities/bills. (She just received a huge settlement for fucks sake from her accident. No excuses)
911.
I also has my suspicions that they'd probably try to burn all the garbage they've hoarded in the garage since quitting their garbage service weeks and weeks ago (yes, it's piling up in there, and the dogs are constantly scratching at the door to get in there at it - she even says to them in her mousy voice, "I hope you're not getting into the garbage out there." As if those dogs will ever take her seriously.
I can't wait to move.
George reckons she might be getting the house ready to move herself.
I can only hope.
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