Seeing as how I’m wrapping up my 9th week of maternity leave (5 weeks after Carson plus the almost 4 weeks when I was still cooking Baby Arlo) and have spent a fair amount of time on my couch next to the windows that face our road, I am pretty tuned in to the happenings of my street. Here are some observations:
- I don’t like seeing my neighbor waddle out to get her mail from the mailboxes that are right across the street from our house. She wears her pajamas all day and it isn’t a pretty sight. This is the same neighbor who breeds noisy birds and leaves her barking dogs outside all day everyday. I think if she knew I was the one who has reported them to animal control and called the cops on them, she wouldn’t be so friendly when we run into each other at the mailboxes. I do have to talk to her though, because her son has a boat pulled up on shore next to our dock (because it was sinking sitting in the water), but he can’t leave his fishing pole sitting out there, especially with the hook laying on the ground next to the boat. Don’t even get me started on the fact that they have the largest lot out of any of the lots that share our lakefront access lot, yet they have the most $hit on the shared lot (pontoon, kid’s boat, kid’s boat trailer, motor for kid’s boat, and a couple of gas cans).
- I can identify the vehicle by it’s sound, before it comes into view (mail truck, crazy driving neighbor, etc). This morning Rick heard a big truck sound and said “wow, garbage already?”. I told him “nope, Todd’s.Services (landscaping company)”. Sure enough, a huge Todd’s.Services truck and trailer rolled by. They actually go by almost daily – once in the morning and once in the afternoon to drop off and pick up equipment. I guess my neighbors have big bucks to spend on the fancy landscaping folks.
- Our mail comes between noon and noon-thirty, like clockwork. I don’t know that I’ve ever lived anywhere that the mail actually comes right at mid-day. For some reason I always got the impression that the mail comes at noon everywhere, but that is impossible. Just like it’s impossible for Santa to be everywhere right at midnight on Christmas. A side note about our mail carrier lady: if we get a package that doesn’t fit in the mailbox, she brings it to the door (where I am standing, about to go get the mail), which is great. But she leaves the rest of our letters/magazines in the mailbox. Don’t you think that if you saw the recipient and were going to hand deliver part of their mail, you might be able to bring them all of their mail? I don’t get it.
Fun stuff, eh?
You really need to get back to work.