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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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11:16 p.m. - 2004-04-30
Brain purge. Wolf has a thing with cards right now. Playing cards, business cards, magazine subscription cards, if it’s rectangular and flat he’ll add it to his collections. What does he do with the cards? He flings them up in the air so they flutter down like confetti. He pretends he’s a game show host and asks questions from the cards. He writes little notes on the cards and hands them to me. Then dashes away before I can read and comment. No matter how often I make him pick up the cards, my house is dotted with small rectangles of heavy paper. So this afternoon Wolf comes home with a sealed envelope from his teacher. Inside were two things. One, a note telling me Wolf had the other item mixed in with his cards and was I aware that Wolf was bringing these things (cards, the other item, etc) from home? The second item in the envelope was the package insert from a box of Lifestyle™ condoms. Yeah, baby. I’m in the finals of the Mother of the Year Contest. The Worst Mother of the Year, that is. And yes, Ms DeN, I was aware of the cards. No, I was not aware my child was toting around the instructions for rubbers. Thank you soooo much for implying that I am either a clueless ditz who never noticed her kid’s pockets were bulging with cards or that I was okay with my 6 year old son having condom literature. Bitch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did some dream shopping at Sam’s when we dropped off the film. I showed Mike the digital camera I wanted. Right now it’s so far out of our budget I know it’s not showing up on Mother’s Day. sigh… I assuaged my hurtsy pauper feelings a little this afternoon by buying another trumpet honeysuckle plant. I thought last year’s was a goner, poor spindly thing couldn’t get over the transplant shock before winter. But happily it’s come on strong and even has flowers. So if this new plant goes shocky for a season I’ll know to give it some extra care and time. I also fell in love with a plum tree. A BIG grown up plum tree. Like I might get fruit off it while I still had teeth. Alas, the lovely plum tree was too pricey for our slim purse. Guh! I hate these lean times. Fact of life in the building trades, no matter how carefully you budget. A month from now we’ll be flush and playing catch-up, so this is just a whine, not a critical thing. That plum tree will be long gone though. (snivel snivel) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The kids on the quads are driving me bonkers. Rip snorting all over the neighborhood on those buzz saws. Quads make an unbelievable amount of noise. And it’s just high pitched enough to make my fillings vibrate. They ride around in the meadow behind the back tree line of our place. Every afternoon until dark. On the weekends it’s worse. There’s more of them and they start earlier. They also ride in the woods across the road. Some days I’m surrounded by dorks on quads. I’ve been scoping the driveways and it looks about evenly split between quad owners and those who have no need to racket around scaring the wildlife, tearing up the trails, and driving the neighbors batty. Something Must Be Done. I see a petition in my future and one whopper of a neighborhood feud. Look, I’m willing to compromise. Set hours for riding. Maybe make Sunday a no quad day. I’m not so selfish that I can’t see their side. They want to ride. Though some courtesy would be nice. Why don’t you call the cops, LA? Let them handle it? Because calling the cops would really start a war. I don’t want war. I just want some quiet. And I’m willing to bet there’s plenty of people who agree with me. We’ll get it together and nicely approach the quad people. But you know, people who give their kids dangerous, polluting, property damaging, hellishly loud motorized vehicles to play with just don’t strike me as the thoughtful type. Yours about to canvass, ~LA
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