Saturday was one of those days where everything goes as planed. Pretty mundane.
I started the day by taking my gas weed eater down to the neglected hillside park of River Heights and began to clear the weeds. After hitting my foot several times I ran out of gas. My dog Freckles stayed close. I walked home for more gas and shortly ran out of filament, at which time Kent Parker drove slowly by. Ken is our Public Works Director and has threatened to take legal action if I don't sign the River Heights Hold Harmless Agreement before I volunteer for the city. He said this again at the Council Meeting held last Tuesday. I asked him about Dean Hicken. He said Dean said he was to old to be arrested. I said, "Well Kent, I don't care, if I am arrested". I said, I could see the headlines in the local paper. "Grandmother of 10, former "Citizen of the Year", arrested for volunteering on a city park. Go ahead Kent, arrest me. I don't care. I wonder if that is why he did not stop. Because I couldn't use my weed eater any longer I went home. No police came. So I wasn't arrested for cleaning up some of the weeds on the hillside.
I have been changing the rooms around in my house so I am using more that the upstairs. So far I have not used the basement because it had become a "put that in the basement", place. I had a guest room, which I called the dorm. It had a twin, full and roll away bed in it. Thus, "The Dorm". I took the roll away out and put it in a storage room and moved the full sized bed into the room I had set up for family history. I could not make myself go to that room to do the family history. It was across the house to the other end and seemed very far away. So now the family history room is just off the family room at the foot of the stairs. I fixed up the family room so there is a sitting area for TV, a game table, and the "cottage" with the grandchildren's dress-up clothes and toys. They also have a table and chairs. It looks good,. But I had taken a lot of the family history stuff up stairs where my computer is. So all of that stuff has to go downstairs. Basically......I have trashed my whole house.
After I tired of working on the basement I went outside. A section of fence needed to be repaired. While I was trying to do that it fell over on me. Now you would think a neighbor would have heard me scream and the fence tumbling down. It hit me on the back of the head and pined me under it. The section was 6 ft tall and about 20 in length. But, no one came. So I laid there a little while until my head stopped pounding and got myself out. That hurt. I put up some wire fence in it's place and took the fence apart. I also had put a gazabo on my back patio that I wanted to move. My neighbor gave me it. I had arranged to move it in one piece but he got mad at me and tore it apart. So now I have a Gazabo Kit, without iinstructions and broken parts. So. That would be a AS IS Gazabo kit. Wouldn't it? Realizing that it might be a while before I can get help to put it together I moved the pieces where I would not have to look or walk around them for a while. But in reality it is in the breeze way between the house and the garage so I can hardly get to my car. Yet....... when I look out into my back yard I no longer see them. The roof for this is on my driveway. I would like to drag it across the street to my ding bat neighbor and set it a blaze. With my luck the fire would go to his house. I am sure I will be arrested for that. After everything was moved I mowed the back lawn, went with grass stained clothes to the gas station, got gas and a diet coke, went home and enjoyed my back yard for a while. I was too tired to do anything else.
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