what a lazy, sleepy day today was.... its just so hot. and the wine at lunch didn't liven anything up.
our neighbors who live behind us (family of four) put in a new pool about a month ago. the dust and development of this pool went on FOREVER... they refused to use dynamite which is necessary on our granite hillside and would have sped things along. instead, they had workers rat-tatting daily with jack-hammers. i think my teeth have ground down because of this. the sad news for them is that they ran out of money before the pool was more than 4 1/2 feet deep. (they were paying the rat-tatters by the hour), so they have a shallow pool. and THEN they put in the world's longest waterslide. whao, thats a lawsuiut waiting to happen.
they had to cut down the trees that separate our properties (for the monster slide). the back yard shade trees, ugh. i thought there was a firelane between us and the trees were growing there were safe, but apparently not.
so today they seem to be celebrating their new backyard with a load of cannon-ballers and whoopers. since about 10 a.m. so, every once in awhile i checked out my second story window to see if their party was wilting. it didn't. i have seen grandpa in the same chair all day. another lawsuit brewing. poor gramps started out today as a white man.
as the party went on, so did the sounds of large bodies slamming into their pool from unheard of heights.
the man who lives there is a wreckless drunk. i say this because of a re-ocurring incident that's happened over the years on late saturday and/or sunday summer afternoons. the scenario is this: my husband (and i) will be/would be sitting under our umbrella by our pool enjoying the quiet and calm of our sweet haven.... when, without forewarning "next-door man" puts out my husband's cigar with a garden hose while claiming to be "watering his trees". yeah, those trees that are no longer there - the firelane trees!!!!! that's a real pisser-offer. next we would see his wobbling head atop of our wall..."ssssooorrrry", he would slur, "i was just trying to water our trees."
"your trees!!!! i would yell, "those trees belong to the fire dept."
it is hard to see eye to eye with a wobble-headed drunk. my husband meanwhile would already be inside the house drying down, then soothing himself with the channel changer and a glass of blueberry flavored vodka trying to drown out the sound of slob-drunk and me continuing the argument about land encroachments. neither of us understood what we were saying....nor understood what we meant ourselves. oh well, the argument was heartfelt at least.
turns out later tonight my husband was walking the dog when he ran into a different neighbor who was bragging about this bitchen 4th of july pool party on his block. i'll be darned if it isn't booze-boy's party he was talking about. dang-it-all how come we weren't invited if he was inviting neighbors? that just really burns me.
can't wait for fireworks tonight - i hope a cherry bomb hits their pool-deck.
but first, i will yell - "heads up, gramps!" i have grown fond of gramps.