Holeeee mackerel! 6:42 in the morning and it’s already a Day from Hell!
Big Hell-ism: At 6:40 a.m., temp was slated to reach 112; humidity is already 26%. It’s like a swamp out there.
Just back from the daily doggy-walk. Got out early in an effort to avoid the Dog Parade.
FAIL!
Come dawn each morning, everybody and their little brother, sister, aunt, uncle, and cousins are out there traipsing their dogs through the ‘Hood.
And that means a potential dog fight about every 20 yards.
At least we didn’t run into too many morons who think of their dogs as kiddies who “just want to pwayyyy.” So I didn’t have to drag Ruby out of any dogfights. That’s refreshing.
I guess.
Homeward bound, we pass the entrance to the alley behind the Funny Farm. Glance down there…
HOLEEE sh!t. Someone has piled a HUGE stack of yard debris up against my back gate!
So I can’t take my trash directly out into the alley. To empty the garbage, I have to go out through the garage (front of the shack), traipse through the front yard, and hike around two corners and then up the alley to the garbage cans that are parked next to other neighbors’ back gates.
Yes. In 110-degree heat.
And yes: leaving the garage door hanging open, even for the brief period required to traipse around the block, invites every passing bum and burglar to c’mon in. That means I have to retrieve the keys and lock the door into the kitchen…not that big a deal, but another addition to the Hassle Factor.
Assuming Gerardo’s boys did that (they were just here a couple days ago), I called him and asked them to have them pick it up.
He was puzzled: that’s not the kind of thing his guys do. They have a big trailer for the purpose, which they haul to the county landfill several times a week.
Chances are they didn’t do it: some asshole who didn’t want to be bothered with hauling it off probably dumped it outside my gate. But he did say they would come and get the stuff.
Besides blocking access to the garbage can, that pile of dried brush out there makes a huge fire hazard. And if you don’t think the bored bums and the bored teenagers around here will toss a lit match or cigarette into it…well…think again.
Makes living in a high-rise apartment look might tempting, doesn’t it?
