Neighborhood theater

Jake positioned himself by the living room window around 3pm with a cup of coffee and apparently decided our neighbors were putting on the entertainment of the century.

Neighborhood theater

“Elena, you have to see this,” he whispered, like we were conducting surveillance operations instead of just sitting in our own apartment. The couple across the courtyard was having what looked like an intense discussion about their garden hose. Jake provided running commentary that had me in tears. “Now she’s pointing at the sprinkler. This is serious business.”

The plot thickens.

Twenty minutes later, I realized I’d completely forgotten about the anatomy review I was supposed to be doing. Sometimes the best entertainment is free and comes with Jake’s ridiculous play-by-play narration. Our neighbors probably have no idea they just starred in the Sunday afternoon show.