Slowly but surly I think we (hungry included) are. Thank you so very much OTH.
Funny you mention it... The first story I heard was about these kids who slipped through the cracks so to speak. For two nights we watched the house litteraly get raided by local LE and would see this young kid go running between the houses dodging the police cars. Finally on Sunday night we heard the “ghetto bird” doing close maneuvers over the complex just before dusk and although it took some doing they finally caught this kid. I had heard from the neighbor across the street that cars were coming and going all hours of the day and night and in this park….EVERYTHING gets noticed. No word yet as to how long he has been in jail but the first thing he will find when he gets out is his eviction notice. NOTHING goes unnoticed around here and even less is tolerated. Anyone under thirty is subject to a whole lot of scrutiny by the management. They will evict if they don’t like your landscaping. No meth houses in this park.
I always mow the old widows yard after I am done with my own
. It didn’t even need to be mowed but when Lind’s and I get mad at each other its out to the yard for some clean up.
My dad was famous around here for his huge tomatoes and of course he would leave some just about to ripen at all the door steps. I have been asked to carry on the tradition but I know nothing about growing tomatoes and he had a secret. He had cut his garden next to a power box. If you know about growing then you know that electrical conductivity helps promote huge growth. He had to use a saw to cut the bushes down every year. I mentioned to the widow next store that I would not infringe on her land like that but she insisted I continue where he left off.
Again, I know nothing of tomatoes but I know
an extreme amount about their close relatives…which would lead to an early eviction if detected
. Thier are time frames for mowing and anything loud and the other day as soon as I fired up the trimmer the widow (Alice) came around the corner (they just wait for sound for an excuse to come over and gossip about every one else.)
She hugs me every time we get done talking. She said I make her feel safe and she feels like my wife and I are good people.
(just wait till we invite BaldNazi over for tea one of these days.)
Bill, the neighbor across the street who I have known since I was a boy just waits for me to come over and help him drink his
Bud light. Now before you say "careful Mr. Samson", you must remember that my Dad never took Bill up on his offer and at first glance seemed to only drink Diet Pepsi from a large mug. This was to hide the fact he was actually drinking Canadian Club Whisky so by accepting a beer (which I only pretend to drink, then dump down the sink at our house) I am actually putting some minds at rest.
The other morning the widow came over to see what I was doing in the yard and mentioned that my dad had told her that my heavy interest in bodybuilding had landed me in the hospital on more than one occasion.
My heart sank. How could he defy what little trust we had with one another. Seems the neighbors all know I have a fascination with the “chemical” aspects of bodybuilding. On the other hand, my dad was a bull shit artist (OTH) and most around here didn’t believe a fraction of the outlandish stories he would tell them when he got to drinking his whisky (every day starting around nine).
After every story time with the old widow, we end with a big hug. They all know the problems my dad had because he seemingly had no one else to tell.
Point is…
I am loved here.
It’s true
Oldfella; there are many of the “type” who lives among these homes. But the advantage for us is up here on the top of the hill is that we are all
original to the park…literally since its inception and I know as much about them as they do about me. We are our own little family within the neighborhood.
Plus…I have a P.O. Box now and am within walking distance to a
24 hour fitness (I know,
24 hour fitness, but what the hell right? I cant drive until October Remember I will just go when the hacks are gone).
Lindsay and I both have
kick ass jobs and
no house payment so we have been spending a lot of time on the house (
correction...I have been spending time on the house). She is busting ass at work and finishing up the semester at school and this isway ovewhelming to her. I can not blame her at all.
Tomorrow we paint. Going to
Home Depot is like going to Toys R Us when you’re a kid. We can shop for hours without buying a dam thing.
BRICK! My yard is my sanctuary and my double wide shed is my church. Years ago my old man married a woman who had a trailer so they consolidated the sheds to one huge barn and added a deck the length of the trailer itself. I am a former professional landscaper so that was the first things I attacked (bad move because I was asked fifty quesions and many people offered to pay me for "help" which is fine except payment is in the form of cookies and rice crispy treats. I changed all the locks (which pissed off my older brothers who because they feel entitled to as many belongings as possible including the lawn mower, weed whacker, fertilizer spreader etc.). they grew up thinking they would get rich off the old man because he made six figures and died with less than 100 to his name.) I was the only one who spoke to him enough to know he had tapped his retirement years ago and was pennyles.
I don’t get it guys. My brothers make six figures a piece and could afford to have a yard company do the stuff anyway…meantime, we have nothing but what came with the house so they are extremely mad at me for changing the locks on the shed and house so that only Lindsay and I have access. My oldest brother had already had a week in here to litteraly steel every power tool and anything else he could carry in my dads truck (that he has taken and transfered into his name). This home is in my name with the paper work in a safe deposit box. I love my family but to hell with them…I would never have gotten an opportunity to own my own home and build equity and all that other shit. Lindsay and I would have lived in an apartment for all of our lives regardless of the great jobs and income.
That is a big part of why Lindsay is mood swinging and going through some anxiety attacks. It was all just to much and to fast for her and she is stressed out beyoned belief. We have it going on though. Like I said, great jobs and great pay and I am building her a garden as we speak. It is such great therapy to have a yard. To have a shed. To tinker with it whenever the stress gets to much.
TOTAL BLISS!!!
If I could SASS, You KNOW I would be helping you out as we speak. Talk to Lindsay...You know her and how to put her miind at rest. Our lives just became worth living on so many levels it can not be put into words. Just think where I was less than three months ago! I think about it every morning.
THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND JUST PLAIN BEING AN ALL AROUND GOOD PERSON.
MY FUTURE GOALS....TRAIN AGAIN. I HAVE THE TIME AND REASORSES TO COMPETE FOR A CONTEST FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. WILL BUILD OUR HOUSE, MAKE IT OURS. WE HAVE A DOGGIE DOOR BUT OWN PYTHONS AND BOA CONSTRICTORS. I HAVE THE ABILITY TO DO ANYTHING MY MIND TO AND TO PUT LINDSAY FIRST.
LINDSAY AND I WILL PUT UP PICS TOMMOROW NIGHT FOR YOU ALL TO SEE WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS ABOUT. WE HAVENT EVEN BROUGHT ANYTHING OVER FROM THE APARTMENT YET. ITS ALL BOXED UP JUST SITTING THIER. WE ARE WAITING TO PAINT, THEN HAVE THE CARPET PROFESSIONALY CLEANED, THEN REPLACE THE KITCHEN AND BATHROOM FLOORS WITH WOOD PANEL.
INSTEAD OF TALKING TO YOU ABOUT DRUGS, I AM GOING ON AND ON ABOUT SOMETHING TOTALY DIFFERENT. KICK ASS MAN!!!!!!
WE LOVE YOU ALL...
KRIS AND LINDSAY SAMSON
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