Ugh! This morning we were sitting at the breakfast table. It was mid-morning and we weren’t eating but Chad, Nicole and I were just sitting there. Chad said “Someone just drove up . . it’s someone from the City!” Great! It’s always a mad rush to get to the door before they ring the doorbell because Speck barks like crazy when the doorbell rings and then he’s so busy trying to get to whoever’s at the door that I usually just slip out through the garage instead of trying to get out the front door.
I think I scared Richard, the red tag guy, because he was standing there fixing to ring the doorbell when I came racing out before Speck knew we had a visitor.
Someone had complained about the grass in the back behind the house at 715 but I’m 713 and there’s not a house at 715 so he wanted to look behind my house. OK! I said “Richard . . please be kind. Vince has already moved and I’m the chief grass cutter around here and I’m not very good at it!” He assured me everything was fine, even my back yard, though I could tell he would like for me to weed eat around the dumpster.
I feel kinda bad because I know everyone in town gives him such a hard time and he’s just doing what he has to do. He told me if I have any problems keeping the yard up, just let them know. I wanted to say “Great! I’m having problems!” But I think he means like if the lawn mower is broke and the grass needs cutting today and it’s going to be the day after tomorrow before I can get it cut!
He was very nice and he thinks the complaint is about the lot that’s actually three lots behind me not even on my street but they let the grass grow way in the back and they cut it and bale it so he said he’s going to report back that it’s not my lot but it’s an agricultural lot and leave them alone.
I also had a visit this morning from the lady who took my chickens . . a delivery of three dozen eggs. Their mama chocolate lab just had 11 babies and they had taken them to the vet to have their dew claws removed. I have a plan for getting Vince to fall in love with them and want to take one to Texas. If we’re going to live in the country, we need an outside dog or two! When Vince is home for July 4, I’m going to suggest we go out and see the chickens and then . . he’ll see the puppies and he’ll want one! I love labs and I think those puppies will be ready to find new homes before I move. Sound like a good plan?