Weekend Update
We can never seem to have a weekend of pure fun! We are grown-ups, so don’t really expect pure fun. More like 20% fun. There’s always laundry, shopping, home improvment, blah blah blah. The last few weekends have been pretty sucky, though. Now Mike is sick, so there’s no fun this weekend. He’s wasting away in bed while I try to tame the two beasts. I’m not doing a great job at it.
Erik and I went to Target to pick up new nunchucks for the Wii. I made a mistake and bought a super cheap set online but they have never worked. I bit the bullet and bought some real ones so I could stop hearing the boy whine. The originals were chewed to pieces. You’d think we had a rabbit, but no. Erik is a chewer.
While at Target we witnessed a small little car crash. Two cars were sitting in the parking spot, waiting for a spot to open up. Suddenly the car in front backed up into the car behind it. Crazy!
The first car was driven by an old man of possible Italian descent. I’m not sure. I just know he was old and white and didn’t speak English well. The back car was driven by a youngish black man.
The old guy gets out and starts cursing the young guy out, yelling at him and accusing him of hitting his car. He refused to give any of his insurance information and was just being a basic asshole. The young guy was calm at first and took a pic of the other car’s license plate. The young guy snapped, though, after the old guy got more and more obnoxious. At that point I shouted over to him that I was a witness and saw everything, so not to worry. We all knew what happened and I would be happy to talk to the insurance people for him. That did help calm him down, thankfully. I would have hated for him to get in trouble for getting into a fight when he did nothing wrong to begin with.
Thankfully he calmed down. The old man called the police. Why does the person in the wrong always call the police?
The officer finally arrived and didn’t want to hear anything. He just told them to exchange information and have the insurance take care of it. The old guy almost refused, but the officer gave him a threatening look and that was the end of that. I wonder if the insurance company will call me.
We got a letter from our HOA that we have to clean off our porch. Ugh. They are not wrong. we do have some junk there that needs to go, but they said we have to move our lawn chair. What’s up with that crap? If I want to sit on a lawn chair on my front porch, I would think I have every right to do that. Grrrrrrrr. Plus, our townhouse is side facing with a couple of big bushes in front of our porch, so no one but our across the path neighbors can see anything anyway.
I just hope this means they are going to be enforcing some rules down the street. It is downright nasty down by the little park. The druggie neighbors (one with the dead grandma, hungry kids) put trash out on non-trash days. Squirrels and crows eat into the bags. Trash gets everywhere. Sooooo gross. I won’t even take Elsa down to the park anymore.
Speaking of taking Elsa to the park. I keep thinking that I want to go to a local swing-set showroom and see if they can do a custom thing for our backyard. I just want a tower and a slide, no swing (there’s no room for it). I have a toddler sized one back there right now, which is great, but I want something bigger to keep Elsa occupied.
I must admit it is nice to have a kid who doesn’t like to play with kids. I didn’t pursue a backyard play structure when Erik was younger because he likes playing with kids. He doesn’t want to hang out in the backyard. I would much rather open my basement door and let her run into the back (it’s fenced), then walk down to the nasty park.