Pranks, or something more sinister? Or maybe just time for a yard sale.
I know a few of my more literate and internet savvy neighbors in the lovely Morgan Manor Estates subdivision read this blog, so I ask of them, did anyone see any people in my open car port yesterday (November 3) afternoon between 11 am and approximately 4 pm?
My son and his mom came over right after that time of day yesterday to get the coat and book and discovered someone had set a fish wire booby trap across the corner of my lawn. This was nothing out of Apocalypse Now or Full Metal Jacket variety, but just about 40 yards of fishing line tied twice with a surprising strong series of knots from a small magnolia tree back to my car port tied just about the perfect height to trip were it not for the perfectly bright full moon reflecting off the twin lines last night.
My son tried to break it to no avail, and I thought about calling Watkinsville Police Chief Lee O'Dillon to let him know about this childish stunt, but they have much more important things to concern themselves with then some neighbor kid taking fishing line from my car port.
So I proceeded to walk my aging black lab-pitbull-Georgia Black dog on her daily walk around my yard to do her business, as I did yesterday without incident in the AM. I have not taken her on a proper walk since she was diagnosed with needing an ACL repair at the tune of $2,800.00, so it makes me wonder if it was some kid familiar with my frequent dog pooping activities in my yard?
A few of them and their parents also read my blog, and they will not be allowed in my yard for future activities. I took the initiative to throw away more and more crap out of my car port, which has been subject of a warning from the City of Watkinsville's Code Enforcement officer.
I am the first to admit I am a bit of a hoarder and regularly need to jettison about 2/3rds of my belongings, and I apologize to the neighbors for having to put up with this apparently genetic disease or disorder, as I had to go rent a dumpster recently to rescue my nearly 80 year old grandfather of a large portion of crap in his side yard in Druid Hills. It was a humiliating and humbling experience for everyone involved.
For those who may have slightly more traditional family structures, I am sure it is a source of great amusement or embarrassment, depending on your point of view, for some local residents. I will be the first to admit I am domestically challenged, and need to toss away tons of crap from my car point, storage house and attic.
But does this make it OK to arrange hard-to-see trip wires near sidewalks and right in a path I use daily? I think not. But I will be ever vigilant to try and catch the creeps coming on my property without my permission to violate the sanctity of my home and make things dangerous for my family. And I will continue to cram crap in the three beat to Hell trashcans and try to imagine things from other people's points of view to perhaps shame myself into keeping a tidier car port.
Whatever your leanings, please respect my property and if you have difficulty with it or anything I have left in the open, let me know in a polite and civil matter and do not encourage reckless youth antics in my side yard or elsewhere. Thank you very much for your indulgence. Things could be much worse with the abandoned Camaro across the street, the apparently empty rental house next door, the intermittent boat repairs up the street or Lord knows what else in my subdivision, but I cherish my relative anonymity and do not suffer fools gladly.
My son and his mom came over right after that time of day yesterday to get the coat and book and discovered someone had set a fish wire booby trap across the corner of my lawn. This was nothing out of Apocalypse Now or Full Metal Jacket variety, but just about 40 yards of fishing line tied twice with a surprising strong series of knots from a small magnolia tree back to my car port tied just about the perfect height to trip were it not for the perfectly bright full moon reflecting off the twin lines last night.
My son tried to break it to no avail, and I thought about calling Watkinsville Police Chief Lee O'Dillon to let him know about this childish stunt, but they have much more important things to concern themselves with then some neighbor kid taking fishing line from my car port.
So I proceeded to walk my aging black lab-pitbull-Georgia Black dog on her daily walk around my yard to do her business, as I did yesterday without incident in the AM. I have not taken her on a proper walk since she was diagnosed with needing an ACL repair at the tune of $2,800.00, so it makes me wonder if it was some kid familiar with my frequent dog pooping activities in my yard?
A few of them and their parents also read my blog, and they will not be allowed in my yard for future activities. I took the initiative to throw away more and more crap out of my car port, which has been subject of a warning from the City of Watkinsville's Code Enforcement officer.
I am the first to admit I am a bit of a hoarder and regularly need to jettison about 2/3rds of my belongings, and I apologize to the neighbors for having to put up with this apparently genetic disease or disorder, as I had to go rent a dumpster recently to rescue my nearly 80 year old grandfather of a large portion of crap in his side yard in Druid Hills. It was a humiliating and humbling experience for everyone involved.
For those who may have slightly more traditional family structures, I am sure it is a source of great amusement or embarrassment, depending on your point of view, for some local residents. I will be the first to admit I am domestically challenged, and need to toss away tons of crap from my car point, storage house and attic.
But does this make it OK to arrange hard-to-see trip wires near sidewalks and right in a path I use daily? I think not. But I will be ever vigilant to try and catch the creeps coming on my property without my permission to violate the sanctity of my home and make things dangerous for my family. And I will continue to cram crap in the three beat to Hell trashcans and try to imagine things from other people's points of view to perhaps shame myself into keeping a tidier car port.
Whatever your leanings, please respect my property and if you have difficulty with it or anything I have left in the open, let me know in a polite and civil matter and do not encourage reckless youth antics in my side yard or elsewhere. Thank you very much for your indulgence. Things could be much worse with the abandoned Camaro across the street, the apparently empty rental house next door, the intermittent boat repairs up the street or Lord knows what else in my subdivision, but I cherish my relative anonymity and do not suffer fools gladly.
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