I heart my neighborhood

One of the hazards of living in an older neighborhood is that someone is always cutting down a tree or grinding up branches, usually at some time in the morning when I'm still trying to sleep. I'm sure the tree grinding is not helping my anxieity levels but this is where I choose to live............. in the shade.
I looked at three houses today. All three had silence of the lambs basements and some kind of odor of death or dying. I actually said "hell no" out loud while looking at one and I think the realestate agent heard me. Sometimes these things just slip out and you have no control. Better luck next time.