Uh huh... 7:46 p.m…. and it’s
ROAAAAARRRR roooarrrrr buzzzzzzzzzzz whizzz roar buzz…
Cop helicopter overhead. Dayum! Am I tired of this routine or tired of this routine?
He buzzes around in circles over the northwest section of the ‘Hood: right above the house where SDXB and I lived together for a couple of years before parting ways, then buying our own shacks here in the neighborhood.
Lovely: I guess I should be glad we split up and moved away from that corner.
SDXB, I’m sure, is very glad he moved to Sun City, where the local crooks rarely feel it’s worth the effort to stage a home invasion.
Not altogether, though.
LOL! I can remember the panic my mother enjoyed when they had a couple of guys who would climb up on top of a car in a carport (there were no enclosed garages in that garden spot), slide open the ceiling hatch, climb into the attic, make their way across the rafters to the area of the living room, cut a hole in that ceiling, and hop down into the living room. Yes: dwelling in the land of the somnolent and the half-dead did not guarantee freedom from burglars.
😀
Hm. Sounds like the cop copter has already flown away. Must have chased our boys on down the road.
We live directly south of one of the highest-crime ZIP codes in the state. Every now and again the action spills over into the ‘Hood, which provides us a little entertainment.
Ruby will bark at our guests, but weighing only abut 20 pounds does naught for her potential as a threat. Really: one does need to be armed in these parts.
Arizona. What a friggin’ garden spot!
