Tuesday, May 20, 2008

News from My Neighborhood

Neighborhood Watch. Across the street from us (to the north) there is a house full of people. A guy bought the house for himself and his girlfriend and rents out rooms to all his buddies. They love to fix cars, so they often have a fleet of vehicles jammed around their house, our house and any other house that might come too near. Yesterday the sheriff came and knocked on their door for a long time, but no one answered. Then he went and wrote on the windows of one of their cars with a grease pen (or whatever they write on windows with) and marked the car to be towed because it hadn't been moved recently. Today they moved the car. What they don't know is that the house directly west of us is the one calling them in to the cops. And this is not the first time they've done it!

UPDATE: Krista read this report and wanted to make it clear that the sheriff is not the one who marked the neighbor's car. The reason for his visit remains a mystery.

Beautiful Ukranian Women. When we moved into our house, the Ukranian family next door had three little girls. Now they have one little girl and two teenage women living with them. The transformation came pretty suddenly, it seems like, and with that transformation came a sudden influx of teenaged boys hanging around the house like flies. This weekend I was working in our garden, and the girls were working in their garden, and a teenage boy from their school came over to help in the garden. I overheard this conversation over the fence:

Teenaged Boy: I weeded this whole section by pulling one giant weed!

Ukranian Girl V: Did your mom force you to come over and help us with the yardwork?

Teenaged Boy: Um, no. I wanted to come over. I -- uh -- I just like to pull weeds.

Sure you do, friend, sure you do.