Okay, evidently it's a "post-like-crazy" day, so first scroll down for an update on Samson and Delilah!
Now, here's the story.
My neighbor, L., went in for hip replacement surgery on Monday. She told me about the upcoming surgery a few weeks ago, when we were both out in our yards, and while she was a little nervous, she was looking forward to not being in pain all the time. Evidently this is a fairly common procedure for former school-bus drivers - maybe it's all that sitting?
ANYhoo, I was going to pick up some magazines and a card and go visit her, either in the hospital or when she comes back home.
But ... well ... these are the same neighbors who parked in my driveway for weeks at a time. The ones whose sons gouged tire tracks in my backyard with their pickup trucks last fall and never repaired the damage, even though they promised to.
I just ... the bloom is off the rose a little bit, neighbor-wise. And while I do care about L., if I go visit her with gifts and stuff, is that sending a sign that it's okay to basically ... well ... park in my driveway for weeks at a time and gouge the shit out of my backyard? 'Cause I'd really like for that to, you know, STOP.
I mean, it just seems horrifically petty to deny an elderly woman who's just had surgery a gift, so I'm sure I'll visit. Probably.
I just wish they'd fix my lawn ...