Things have been busy since my last post. I am trying to harvest my garden little by little and some days I have been bringing in a little more than we can eat. Work is picking up and my muscles are really feeling it. I have also been fighting with a crazy neighbor. Someone I have done a great deal for in the past. At the same time I was snowblowing her driveway (all winter) or sitting with her mother back when she was very ill or being the dd, she was doing some pretty nasty things behind my back. So now because we both know I know what's up, she is doing other passive aggresive things. For example throwing her lawn clippings into my driveway. Of course I had to tell her to knock it off, cuz I really don't want to carry that into my house on my feet or have it in my yard, she completely goes hysterical and when I wouldn't play into it she has her 80 year old mother call me and rag me out. lol She is in the background yelling "i'm sick" and "come over here and say that", like she is gonna kick my ass. Talk about being greatful for good neighbors ha? Well I should have stopped helping when she started living off her mothers SSI and life insurance instead of working like any healthy responsible 40 year old. Her mother has not been sick in over 2 years and she had a really good job that she left cuz she says she is sick. Truth be told she is as healthy as me. But she doesn't want to work. I was over there every day (well almost) and she does all the things she claims she cannot do. O well, karma is a bitch.
Even with this going on, I managed to read a great book entitled "Creepers" by David Morrell. It is about urban exploring. It was a great read. Along with that my son returned home after working away for 2 1/2 weeks. We hung out and went school shopping. He spent most of his summer working construction so he was away alot.
This line suits my story well....
You can tell the quality of a person by how they treat people they don't need.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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