I was jolted awake perilously early this Xmas Eve by the throaty roar of two leafblowers echoing through the canyon between my apartment building and the building next door. I laid in bed and had to laugh as I listened to what sounded like a pair of battling motorcycle warriors feint, parry and thrust.
I had risen, put on the kettle, showered, dressed and was waiting for my tea to steep before the mighty bellowing of the leafblowers — such a dainty name for something that makes so much damn noise — finally died away and moved off to torment the residents of another apartment building down the block.
Ah, Merry Christmas, Los Angeles!
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