Sunday, October 21, 2007
My neighbor's lawn mower has been running. For almost 35 minutes. Not mowing. Not moving. No one on it. No one near it. Just sitting in their yard. Running. Yeah. The courteousness astounds me. It's about 1:30 in the afternoon. It's quiet in the neighborhood. Ardyn is napping on the loveseat, so that I can see her from the kitchen. I am rinsing dishes, loading the dishwasher, putting away canned goods, cleaning countertops off, preparing for tomorrow's cleaning people. I am browning hamburger to make Manwich for lunch. I think "it's nice outside" and I open the back door and the kitchen windows. I nice fall breeze comes in. It's lovely. LITERALLY two seconds later, the neighbor kid starts up his riding mower. And proceeds to ride it. Around the yard. Not mowing. Just riding. Yes. Courteous. The baby moans and stretches and I quickly and quietly shut the windows. So much for a nice fall breeze. She can pretty much sleep through anything, but we are at the end of her nap when she moans and stretches for about an hour before coming to life again, and I want to prolong that time long enough to eat lunch and finish my project. So then neighbor kid proceeds to pull the mower alongside his old jalopy and park it. Running. for 30 minutes. I am like "What. The. Fuck." and then suddenly, I see that he is JUMP STARTING? his jalopy, with his lawn mower. Then he drives loud jalopy around the yard. Then he rides the mower around the yard. Alot. Hopefully he is done soon and I can open windows and enjoy the day while I pick up and Organize.