SNOW! Ok, not much, but we are very glad of anything at all.
Later, I got out and dug. Up to 55 gallons of weeds out.
Which was little too much, but D was sympathetic. He got himself a sandwich for lunch, after checking with me. I told him, "I'm not hungry, I'm having fun, and I don't want to stop." He nodded, and let me to it. The child in me is grateful, the one who was never allowed to keep playing if an adult decided it was time.
Most people going by say a simple 'hi', or exclaim at the amount of work. Young men occasionally ask if I want any help. Some joke I need come do their garden when I'm done. All are meant to be friendly, and however trite the humor, it's good natured and encouraging.
Until the asshole who manages the apartment at the corner. The one who called the cops on the backyard concert before sunset, who told me off for once stepping foot in the open parking lot for the apartment - six months before. Since then, I have avoided seeing him even when he's in front of me. Today he says "You know, that is CITY property."
I respond with a grunted "uh huh."
He walks off muttering a mocking "uh huh" at me.
Let him call the cops, see how far he gets. The city doesn't care about people taking care of the verge, even raised beds are allowed. Checked the city site, there is nothing about not tending the verge. I really tried not to let his malice spoil my joy, but he did manage to sour it a little.
I found a tiny ring with three dull stones.
8 comments:
Nice to read that the good-natured ones outnumber the unpleasant swellhead.
The ring looks surprisingly like my grandparent's engagement ring. Good find, Z!
Rou,
It's a tiny size, perhaps a baby ring, silver, rather pretty.
Fairy ring! Well, maybe a bit big for that, but it is what I first thought of when I saw the picture. :)
Pixie,
Given your name, I'll take that as authentication.
Some people were just raised on sour grapes, it seems, and nothing has convinced them to change their diet.
Like rouch mentioned, it's good that the nice people outnumbered the not nice.
Such people are known as 'job's worths' here...as in 'It's more than my job's worth to allow you to step on that bit of ground'. Makes you realise their job can't be worth much.
Phil,
A bad hat. And yes, most of my neighbors are decent folk.
Rou,
A bully throwing his weight around. Even on private property, unless it's well marked, walking through a parking lot can't be illegal. The sort of person who loves getting others in trouble in order to feel powerful.
sad how one small drop of ugliness can foul up a whole bucket of kindness. well done, fighting it, trying to fall back on all the good.
and what a find! why not get a chain and wear the ring around it? it's really rather pretty!
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