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Apr. 25th, 2005 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI fixed a sink all by myself today. Well, mostly all by myself. It was close enough.
Also there was a suspicious cardboard box outside the bank that closed half of Main Street (that's actually what it's called) for most of the morning, which I only noticed because we were trying to go to the hardware store, which is on Main Street. Apparently someone thought it might be a bomb. It turned out to be an empty cardboard box, along about noon. I'd like to point out, for the less-local readers, that excitement took place in the town of Everett, where I went to high school. There are two stoplights in the town. Two. It's the sort of town where a huge barn of a (no lie) reasonably-functional (you could live there and fix it up -- it's not a hellhole like in Fight Club) victorian house with 12" ceilings, real hardwood floors, balconies, and pocket doors is going to sell at sheriff sale for around 60K. (Am not lying. Will tell you what it sells for when it sells.) This is not the heartbeat of America, here. It's the hinterlands. And yet some poor motherfucker WHO LIVES AND WORKS HERE is paranoid enough to get wound over a fucking cardboard box in front of the bank, like we might possibly be important enough to terrorize. People. Reality check, here? Someone has delusions of relevancy, damn it.
Finally, because I cannot bitch about this anywhere else, the fucking summer person who moved in the damn doublewide is cutting down everything shrubbery-like between his fucking trailer and the lake. This is not on his property. This is on our property. However, Dad (who overrules me on these things) thinks it looks "better" with just trees and grass and no shrubbery so he's letting the fucking summer person cut down all the stuff he wants to cut down and lop all the branches off the trees left standing so that they look more parklike. God damn it.
Last summer, there were fawns bedded down in the brush that the summer person cut down. They lay silent and quiet until I almost stepped on them while bothering the local odonata. When I almost walked on them, they burst up and loped away on their wobbly legs. It was too cute for words. However, this summer there will be no fawns there because THERE IS NOT ANY COVER. Wildlife does not live in "park" settings, folks. Wildlife needs the fucking shrubbery and if you take the fucking shrubbery away because you think it looks better without the shrubbery, then don't bitch to me that there isn't any fucking wildlife.
As for cutting down things that are not theirs? The fucking Cogswells did it. The fucking guy on the other side of the lake who wantonly blows away black rat snakes (These are poisonless constricting snakes that eat mice and voles and chipmunks and stuff. They do not hurt people and cannot kill or eat a person. They are attracted to places where there might be mice and rats and voles and chipmunks and stuff. Persons who FUCKING BUILD DRY STONE (no cement, so lots of crevices for rodents and snakes) WALLS ALL AROUND THEIR PROPERTY AND LEAVE OUT TONS OF BIRD FOOD should probably expect a few black rat snakes around the place.) in his yard because he "doesn't like snakes" did it. (Y'know, I don't fucking like the summer people, but I don't blow them away for no goddamned reason.) Way, way too many people have cut property that does not belong to them and I feel a bit like Barbossa doing his big speech in PoTC: For TOO LONG... Yeah. Damn right.
It does not help that my dad tells the awful stupid doublewide-owning summer person that he's IMPROVING the landscape. Damn it.
And do not talk to me about ninja bikes. It's a sore subject at the moment.
Also there was a suspicious cardboard box outside the bank that closed half of Main Street (that's actually what it's called) for most of the morning, which I only noticed because we were trying to go to the hardware store, which is on Main Street. Apparently someone thought it might be a bomb. It turned out to be an empty cardboard box, along about noon. I'd like to point out, for the less-local readers, that excitement took place in the town of Everett, where I went to high school. There are two stoplights in the town. Two. It's the sort of town where a huge barn of a (no lie) reasonably-functional (you could live there and fix it up -- it's not a hellhole like in Fight Club) victorian house with 12" ceilings, real hardwood floors, balconies, and pocket doors is going to sell at sheriff sale for around 60K. (Am not lying. Will tell you what it sells for when it sells.) This is not the heartbeat of America, here. It's the hinterlands. And yet some poor motherfucker WHO LIVES AND WORKS HERE is paranoid enough to get wound over a fucking cardboard box in front of the bank, like we might possibly be important enough to terrorize. People. Reality check, here? Someone has delusions of relevancy, damn it.
Finally, because I cannot bitch about this anywhere else, the fucking summer person who moved in the damn doublewide is cutting down everything shrubbery-like between his fucking trailer and the lake. This is not on his property. This is on our property. However, Dad (who overrules me on these things) thinks it looks "better" with just trees and grass and no shrubbery so he's letting the fucking summer person cut down all the stuff he wants to cut down and lop all the branches off the trees left standing so that they look more parklike. God damn it.
Last summer, there were fawns bedded down in the brush that the summer person cut down. They lay silent and quiet until I almost stepped on them while bothering the local odonata. When I almost walked on them, they burst up and loped away on their wobbly legs. It was too cute for words. However, this summer there will be no fawns there because THERE IS NOT ANY COVER. Wildlife does not live in "park" settings, folks. Wildlife needs the fucking shrubbery and if you take the fucking shrubbery away because you think it looks better without the shrubbery, then don't bitch to me that there isn't any fucking wildlife.
As for cutting down things that are not theirs? The fucking Cogswells did it. The fucking guy on the other side of the lake who wantonly blows away black rat snakes (These are poisonless constricting snakes that eat mice and voles and chipmunks and stuff. They do not hurt people and cannot kill or eat a person. They are attracted to places where there might be mice and rats and voles and chipmunks and stuff. Persons who FUCKING BUILD DRY STONE (no cement, so lots of crevices for rodents and snakes) WALLS ALL AROUND THEIR PROPERTY AND LEAVE OUT TONS OF BIRD FOOD should probably expect a few black rat snakes around the place.) in his yard because he "doesn't like snakes" did it. (Y'know, I don't fucking like the summer people, but I don't blow them away for no goddamned reason.) Way, way too many people have cut property that does not belong to them and I feel a bit like Barbossa doing his big speech in PoTC: For TOO LONG... Yeah. Damn right.
It does not help that my dad tells the awful stupid doublewide-owning summer person that he's IMPROVING the landscape. Damn it.
And do not talk to me about ninja bikes. It's a sore subject at the moment.
