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July 30, 2007
If the Police Are Here, It Must Be Monday
There's nothing quite like seeing an officer creeping through your back yard with his weapon drawn as he approaches the domestic dispute across the alley. I'm hoping it's not an indication of what the rest of the week will be like.
I live a quiet life. Really. A quiet life. The people across the alley usually do as well. But this morning around 9am there was the squealing of tires (two cars) and the crunch of gravel as the resident and her boyfriend tore into the alley and then into her driveway. Then lots of crying and shouting and then they went inside. From which locale I could still hear the crying and shouting emanating at 10am.
[The student who is working on our yard came in this morning and said, "I'll start on the back." (The portion on the alley.) Three minutes later, he crossed through the yard and said, "I'll start on the front. If I want a domestic disturbance, I can create one of my own at home."]
Ten minutes later there were two officers crossing the back yard, guns drawn, on their way to the little house in the alley.
As if my weekend hadn't already been exciting enough.
Which reminds me:
My lovely, lovely nephew was here this weekend, along with what seemed like thousands of other family members but was in reality only seven adults and two children (our living room is really small), to see Dave's play. Well, Kieran didn't see it. Neither did Miss Kasey, age 3almost4, who came with her parents. We (Kieran, Kasey and myself) hung out at the house and watched Shrek and colored and crawled around on the floor getting into things while the grownups went to see closing night of Interment.
I'll have more pictures tomorrow. For now, I'm getting back into the routine of my quiet life.
Posted by sally at July 30, 2007 10:21 AM
Comments
Wow. I have never had the coppers in my backyard and I live in the big city!
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at July 30, 2007 02:50 PM
*cough cough*
I grew up in a fairly rural, very pretty area and we had way more than our share of domestic disturbances and drug dealers. The heck?
Who took that picture of the kid? It is fantastic! If you slap a gerber logo on the side it would make millions.
How did the play go? I had my fingers crossed, hoped for broken legs and did not once utter that name of a shakesperian play which cannot be uttered.
Posted by: Eris at July 30, 2007 04:49 PM
We just saw *The Boyfriend* of the woman who lives in that house. His windshield is all bashed in. Wonder if that was part of the disturbance prior to its relocation in our alley. He glared at us. Dude, don't make any assumptions about who called the cops. It would suck to be wrong.
Eris - I took that picture. Thank you very much for all the sweet compliments.
I think the reason for the drugs & domestics is poverty & a poor education system. It's escapism because the sufferers don't see any other way out. And all the bad habits of the parents are visited on their children.
Heather - I had a lovely time seeing you too. Thank you so much for making the boy call me and invite me to his game so we could visit. Be thankful you haven't had the po-lice in your backyard. It's a little surreal, knowing that the gun is loaded with live ammo and you're closer to it that you generally like to be to weapons.
Posted by: Sallyacious at July 30, 2007 05:51 PM
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