(Hey, I didn't mean to send the last one yet, I hit the button too soon.)

I can't ask my neighbours about jargon right now because they have an imitation Elvis performing. He started up about 6:30 but seemed to have mechanical difficulties. A few minutes ago, two hours after his original start, I hear his voice again over the PA.

Last night the boaters had a DJ setup not too far from my house. I tried to ignore them and work on my computer but, after dark, a cardboard cutout of an ocean liner, lit up with christmas lights and attached to a motor boat, sailed past my window. That was too much for me. I went over to see what they were up to.

Many of the boaters looked like any perfectly normal family would with a pile of booze on a picnic table. They were often centered around the grandparents who own the boats. Teenagers were running around. A smaller culture centered around beer guzzling, pot bellied men who make their women sit out the dances so that they can yell 'Oooii' at other pot bellied beer drinking men and occasionally get each other into headlocks. At time the women dance with each other and at other times they drag a man to the dance floor.

This Elvis is painful. They let him sing because he's a boater. I can barely hear him but he's making me wince. Gotta go close some windows.