They're boys and girls- they range in age from 7 to 17 - they come from the last house on the right and the first house on the left - they're bratty kids and I am sick of them.
I have had to call the Sheriff's Office more times this summer than I have ever called in my life. These kids are driving me crazy.
I have watched them torment my dog, throw trash in my yard, ride their bikes purposely in front of traffic- I have listened to the foulest language, the non stop roar of go carts doing donuts in front of my driveway, and screams in the middle of the night.
I have been awoken by this gang of kids beating on street signs with some sort of pipe, smashing glass and then today shooting..... something. I didn't see what they had but I immediately went outside to get Sid. He is afraid of them too.
While I was outside Deputy Cole showed up- I had not called him (someone else did) but I flagged him down to give him a description of the kids and where they went. I told him that I was beginning to be afraid to live here because this goes on day and night and it's escalating. He said he would go talk to the kids but we all know (including the thugs) that this is not going to stop them.
I don't want to be the crazy lady that throws cats at the local kids (metaphor!) but I am so tired of them and I worry about them vandalizing my place or worse- doing something to hurt Sid. I don't know what to do besides keep calling the Sheriff's Office and taking pictures of the little shits.
For those of you who are going to suggest that I go talk to the parents- that is out of the question- I am far to shy and non confrontational for that. PLUS- I am not the only one on this street complaining and calling the police- one of my neighbors who has lived here for thirty years is considering moving- that's how bad it is!
I broke just now. I don't know what it took- I wasn't listening to any sad music or thinking of anything in particular it just finally happened- I was standing in the kitchen and all of a sudden I pictured myself putting things in my fathers coffin. The trivial pursuit card with the Willie Mays answer on it from our game at the Grand Canyon in 1984 and the only time I ever beat him- my interpretation of the electoral college because he has never once let me finish a sentence when I have been talking about it- then I started to just think about other random things, like telegrams that he sent me for my birthday because he was too far away to be with me any other way- he was at sea- probably catching the very disease that 40 years later would be claiming his life.
I am not your average person. My thoughts are just different and I have thought about everything and every outcome on every subject and whether I am right, wrong or indifferent I am always convincing at least to myself. I have a lot of far fetched ideas about life- I'm not a religious person, at least not in any conventional or explainable way. I've thought a lot about death too- not just lately but for for a good chunk of my life. I have been on that brink and it doesn't bother me to think of death as a choice, after all from the moment of each of our conception our only true destiny is to someday die. Seems as though we are in control of everything in between though and I'm not sure I like that.
I have been setting myself up for the last few years to face the inevitable and that being that my parents, are growing older, and that it is likely they will not be around for another 25 years- I mean, it's not like any of us know when our time is coming but each day we grow older really just pushes us closer to death and in their case I have been trying to prepare myself for the future, for a while now.
I thought I had a pretty good grip on it. We're born, we live, we die- big deal. But something finally broke tonight and for all of my thinking and reasoning and bull shitting and planning I found my self sitting on the kitchen floor crying. I am not good in uncontrolled situations and I am angry at the lack of control that I have right now - my instinct is to metaphorically run away but I am trying so hard not to do that right now... I am so afraid that this time, by the time I come back from where ever I go to protect myself, that it will be too late.
I am a mess and my ramblings here are proof of that.
So I am officially past the 1/2 century mark as of August 7th. The day came and went without any sort of apocalyptic event, luckily.
Prior to, Mom and Dad came up and took Audrey and I out to lunch and gave me my typical birthday check* (I had long ago conned any other would be birthday gifts out of them and they reminded me of that on the card LOL)
The day of my birthday was pretty uneventful 'cept for having Audrey to keep me entertained, a bunch of facebook posts and a few phone calls. We did the actual celebrating the next day when Haley and Casey were both off of work.
So it was Monday when Mom and Dad met Haley and Casey and Audrey and I at Margaritas which incidentally, prior to our arrival I had specifically said that I wanted no extra attention- I didn't need any birthday singing or fanfare, I even warned of the consequences for disobedience and kept a constant vigil on the comings and goings of those at my table... still someone was able to sneak away and the next thing I knew the clapping started and someone put a sombrero on my head and I was officially a spectacle. Ug.
The rest of my birthday present comes the first weekend in September and I can't wait. Haley and Casey and Audrey are taking me on a weekend adventure to the White Mountains where we will do some motel'ing, eating, shopping, and Santas Village'ing. It has been years since we have been to Santas Village in the summer, plus Audrey has never been, so I am really looking forward to that. There is no better present than being able to spend quality time with the people who love me and vice versa <3
* I spent half of my birthday check on a new tank for Ubb and will have the other half for the trip.
