The neighbor from hell approached Jules as she pulled her "emancipated" car into the driveway. The woman informed her that she knew she was looking for a renter, but since that is against the zoning rules, she would be reporting her to the town zoning board and she should be prepared to defend herself. Jules was stunned. This woman had just been causing a problem for her the previous day, too.
On Friday, Jules was on her bike headed to the school to pick up the boy she watches after school from his chess club. It is a 10 minute ride each way. She made eye contact with her neighbor, married to the police lieutenant, and Jules waved goodbye to her 10 year old son, knowing the 12 year old was home to watch him.
While on her way, she receives an animated call from Mr. Evil who wants to know where she is and where his daughter is. She tells him they are both at home while she goes to school. He threatens to call child protective services - even though she is not breaking any law whatsoever. Mrs. Busybody is in cahoots with Mr. Evil. Reason: Mrs. Busybody had told Jules that she wants her sister to buy Jules home, and tells her she shouldn't even try to keep it. Vile human beings.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Kev Update
Kev's back is messed up. The toilet is fixed but at quite a sacrifice - and this weekend we had to help Anna move out of her apartment after her graduation in Virginia. He took loads of pain medicine and did what he could, but he was only a fraction of his usual "mover" self.
Today I put him on a train for North Carolina. When he woke up he could hardly get out of bed. He took more medicine figuring he could rest on the the train.
Today I put him on a train for North Carolina. When he woke up he could hardly get out of bed. He took more medicine figuring he could rest on the the train.
The Napkin
Jules was so broke last week she ran out of toilet paper.
I had just returned from the grocery store bringing her milk and bread and toilet paper. My dear husband with the bad back was still hammering away (5 hours) in the bathroom replacing the flooring, the commode, etc. He was finishing up so I stayed to chat, and she says: “Last night, we were out of toilet paper. I was searching around the house, and ran across this box with small white napkins: my wedding napkins that have our name and date. I figured: Why not?”
She says she handed them into her son. Suddenly he calls out: Mom, were you married on June 4, 1989? She said she started to laugh, and then telling me, she starts to laugh, and laugh, and we are both laughing, and wiping out eyes, and then we slow down a bit, and then we start up again and can’t stop laughing, the irony is so perfect. It is a precious memory.
And the bathroom is fixed, so she can rent out a room, using the deposit to pay the garage, to get her car out of hock, and get a job, and pay bills - and buy toilet paper.
I had just returned from the grocery store bringing her milk and bread and toilet paper. My dear husband with the bad back was still hammering away (5 hours) in the bathroom replacing the flooring, the commode, etc. He was finishing up so I stayed to chat, and she says: “Last night, we were out of toilet paper. I was searching around the house, and ran across this box with small white napkins: my wedding napkins that have our name and date. I figured: Why not?”
She says she handed them into her son. Suddenly he calls out: Mom, were you married on June 4, 1989? She said she started to laugh, and then telling me, she starts to laugh, and laugh, and we are both laughing, and wiping out eyes, and then we slow down a bit, and then we start up again and can’t stop laughing, the irony is so perfect. It is a precious memory.
And the bathroom is fixed, so she can rent out a room, using the deposit to pay the garage, to get her car out of hock, and get a job, and pay bills - and buy toilet paper.
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