The ongoing but passive aggressive battle with methtards/can wraiths has reached a pivotal time: last night, we set out two weeks’ worth of bottles, all meticulously defaced so as to render them unreturnable. We then listened for the telltale sounds of pilfering in the dark and were gratified to be able to witness a local [...]
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I spend more time thinking about how to thwart meth heads than I’m really willing to admit. But the fact that every bottle of beer we consume means a meth head has a shot at freakin’ five cents galls me. We’re talking TENS of dollars in annual contributions to the criminals if we set our [...] Last weekend, as planned, my parents came up to our place and helped us out on a number of fronts. Mom taught me, and a few other lucky women, to can. I’ve done research and read books, but having mom’s advice and lore from decades of experience was simply great. She’s a bit of a renegade [...] Our tomatoes have finally been ripening. This has occasioned all kinds of anticipation, as well as plans to have my mom come for a visit in a couple weekends and teach me to can (while Dad helps Brooks with the new, meth-head-deterring fence). But even before the great canning fest of 2009, I had more immediate [...] The St. Johns neighborhood has a lot of meth addicts. This is a reality that is simultaneously fascinating and tiresome; the meth users who wander the area are clearly wrecked by the effects of drug use, and their decision-making processes suffer just like their skin, hair, teeth, and general physical health. As for genuinely violent [...] I’m still pretty gleeful as I write this. Last night, we had a really, really great experience with a local business owner. I have terrible respiratory allergies, and one of the things that has become more and more troubling for me over time is tobacco smoke. It used to be that it occasionally would provoke a [...] So, it was Thursday morning. Thursday as in the day that’s after the day the neighbor had said he would be out of the meth house across the street. And he was, of course, still there. The criminal factor in the neighborhood was becoming disproportionate, even for St Johns. At this point, he had been “packing” [...] I had no idea that the St Johns Burgerville would prove such a treasure trove of linguistic chaos. Witness the June marquee, which Brooks most obligingly photographed for me during last night’s evening perambulation. Either way, we’re all going to have a good time! We left off the tale of the adventures of our anti-hero as Tuesday night fell. It still felt like Tuesday night when his friends began to arrive Wednesday morning, probably because it was…still night. 4:05 am. Friends of neighbor begin to arrive. 6:00 am. The increasing volume of evictee’s efforts are an effective alarm clock. 6:00:07 am. Standing [...] In retrospect, I should have lived blogged this. For that huge FAIL, I will always be sorry. We were, however, very caught up in the memorable moments of the past few days. Background: ex-felon who rents the house across the street is a nuisance. He hits on the women in the neighborhood, married and single, and [...] |
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