Sunday, July 6, 2014
On becoming a crabby old lady...
I hope that everyone had a lovely 4th of July. The weather here in southwest Ohio was perfect-- really perfect - and you know it has to be true if I'm saying so since I complain about the weather all the time - LOL! I had a quiet day with my younger son. He didn't want to see any fireworks and I was okay with that so we were home by 8pm. I could hear sporadic fireworks going off in my neighborhood on the 4th, and on and off on July 3 too and they were still going off on July 5.
At 10 pm I could hear the firework programs from several municipalities in my area. I could even seen one pretty well from my front porch if I leaned a bit to the right and looked between the neighbors trees.
After the big shows were over I continued to hear fireworks in the neighborhood. I'd have preferred a bit of peace and quiet but I understand that others want to celebrate. I was looking forward to the end of the neighborhood pyrotechnics as all the booms and bangs had Big Dude hiding under the couch. He doesn't like thunderstorms or fireworks. Now I'm not blaming God for thunderstorms but people do have the ability to curtail the noise at say 1:30 am! Really, it had been peaceful for a bit and then BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!! As far as I could tell it was from the house 2 doors down - a rental - with way too many people living in it. I know I shouldn't be judgemental but every time I go past that house there is a crowd sitting on the porch drinking beer or skateboarding in the middle of the street - a busy thru street - it just doesn't strike me as the brightest of behaviors.
I contemplated calling the local constabulary but decided that I would sound like a crabby old lady. And, the weekend had already had me engaging in old lady behavior - I drove to the grocery store to pick up a few items and as I exited the car I looked down and this is what I saw -
I was still wearing my house slippers. From the picture you can tell they are my slippers because they have thread and cat hair sticking to them. Sheesh - I thought about going home and then decided the hell with it. At least I had on real clothes - not pajamas - and I didn't think I'd run into any one I know (and I didn't!)
I was lamenting to my son that I was turning into a crabby old lady - sweet thing that he is, he told me I wasn't a crabby old lady, I was a crabby young lady!
That may be one of the nicest things he's every told me!