"Neighbors/do unto strangers/do unto strangers/what you do to yourself"
--"Neighbors", The Rolling Stones (Tattoo You
, 1981)HAPPY BIRTHDAY LETHEBASII!!
I hope you are blessed with happiness, success, and fulfillment in this new year in this life!
I managed to get the front yard's raking done this weekend. The back yard is still left to do but after finishing the front and looking over the back I came to the conclusion that the last mow (~3 weeks ago) mulched and pulverized a lot of the leaves back there already so it wouldn't be as bad as the front. Thus, I stopped there for the day (after which I went to get some beer). I did get five bags of leaves though, mostly due to the next door neighbors tree (the old one that started a fire and knocked out power a few weeks ago [see 57]
). I imagine I'll finish the rest of it next weekend (weather permitting). The extreme temperature shifts (-/+/- 20º the past three days) really kicked me in the ass Saturday night and messed with my allergies so that night and all yesterday I was a sniffling fool.
Speaking of neighbors, I met finally the other neighbor that lives next to me (the one with the tree whose leaves and branches magically appear in my yard), a currently single but with live-in boyfriend woman named Phoebe. I've seen her kid during the summer running through my yard (~8 or 9 year-old boy). She gave me more information about the people living around me (a lot of renters!); apparently, she/son and b/f are moving somewhere else and will be renting their place out (wonderful...). Phoebe also remarked on this being a "quiet" neighborhood and for the most part that is true. (I also mentioned to her that I keep finding branches from her tree in my yard and she got this guilty look on her face and said, "Oh, really?"; interestingly when she had finished her raking she actually put any branches she had found with her bags instead of in my yard
Last night I thought I heard the pop, pop, pop...
outside of automatic gunfire then thought I heard the high frequency sound of a deflection of something hitting the side of my house. This morning when I got up I almost stepped onto something sitting in the middle of my bedroom. It turned out to be the remainder of a large caliber bullet and a hole had been shot into my bedroom window: the window was not shattered just the hole and part of a panel of blind. I went out this morning to see if it was my house being shot at; nothing except my window.
In leaving for work I checked the house next door to me (the one with the young punk kid who woke me up when the tree fire happened who has a wife and now baby) and the front of their (rented) house was riddled with bullets including most of the windows. I hope no one was hurt in there but it now makes me think about the couple more seriously. They used to come out a lot when I had first moved there. Now I rarely see them and they usually keep their lights off (or shielded) but I see at least his parents stopping by weekly with food and stuff since they've never owned a car thus. But with what happened last night, it makes me wonder what they've gotten themselves into to have people shooting at them. Damn, I never had this shit happen in ten years of living in Detroit...
And finally, aren't the Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies the best mint cookies on the planet? :)
Oh yeah, weekend music...Music Sample-2/18