Obviously that would be me since this is my page and it’s always going to accept my whining and crying — or jubilant shouts of triumph — and some days it may even roll serenely along if I’m just mellowing out and can’t find any sharp corners or screamers to complain about.  Yuppers, I have all of those mood swings trapped inside…best not to wake sleeping dogs sometimes.

I’m still carless with no signs of change in the near future.  It is, literally, making me crazy!!!  I can do nothing about it, other than sit and wait and hope, hope, hope, that something will be resolved within my lifetime…before I get too old to drive.

My dog knows when I’m having a bad day.  She follows me, stops right in front of me so I have to pay attention to the fact that she is there, always ready to comfort me, and all it it does is make me crazier.  I’m the sleeping dog in this case.  STOP IT ALREADY!

I do have a yard project planned and have started digging more holes to plant — obviously, more plants.  I have 45 holes to dig – have completed 12 of them — and Dan is helping me but I’m an excavator and shovel handler extra-ordinaire…Ms Dig-Dug disguised as a granny and ex poker dealer.  My new plants are Nellie Stevens Holly.  Hopefully they will help provide a windbreak, and reduce noise and eye pollution that I get every time I look out into my backyard.

This picture was taken about 4 months ago, they have since moved that POS trailer that had the words “FREE” written in huge letters on the side of it a little closer to their house and started tearing it apart.  Now it’s a shred of bits and pieces that still set atop the axels.

Before you jump to the conclusion that that scene isn’t that bad, there’s a lot more.  They had a 5th wheel pulled in where this sat about 6 months ago, and even started to dig a trench parallel to my fence about 10 feet away from my property line so they could drain sewage from it.  WTF???? That is right by the corner where four properties meet and our wells are all gathered back there.  Needless to say the county heard from the other three of us that can think and reason.

The tards ended up having to spread lime all over that area and they moved the coach out.  Hidden in the back of the mess that looks like a 5th wheel setting beside the wreckage of that trailer is a whole nightmare.  Another trailer, a stick built chicken coop that has one rooster in it, old car bodies, junk heaped upon junk, and a variety of other things that make the whole scene undesirable…it’s just as bad from the front street view and the neighbors that are situated to their east.  There are no neighbors right next to them on the west. The story with them goes on and on and on…ever since they moved in about a year-and-a-half ago.  Sure wish they’d win the lottery and move.

All I can say is “Grow your asses off you little Nellie Stevens Hollies!”

This picture is perfect for my mood.

So…g’nite!