I braved heatstroke for this but here you go.
I hate those trees. Ugly. Not to be confused with a Monterey Cypress (see below). They are all over here and I hate them. They are hideous and filled with vermin. Years ago my friend’s dad, alive back then, looked at the ones in his backyard (he was the original owner of the house) and he said, what asshole planted those? He was the asshole of course. Quite the character he was. He sort of looked like a cross between Tom Bosley and Paul Sorvino. Anyway, he’s long gone now but he’s one of those characters in life that you never ever forget. It’s amazing how people come and go in our lives, either because they pass on or because our circumstances in life change. Anyway, M hates olives and our friend’s dad, as a good Italian, loved them and he would chase M around with jars of olives, going but you have to try these. M would try them, of course, and go, nope, still gross. HA HA
Last night one of the houses in the neighborhood was having a party and they hired a Mariachi Band. It sounded like a blast. Alas they didn’t invite me.