It's been a weird couple days, so when Michelle hollered for me to come over last night to join her, her bro, and a gal friend for a cold one, I went. The current drama in her life has taken more horrendous turns and we all marveled at the sickness and lies that some people seem to perpetrate at the expense of nice people like us and Jeff (her bro) provided some pretty funny gallows humor. In the midst of it all a kid who just moved in with his mom came up the street shouting Scripture and tried to pick a fight with Bryce. At least one of the neighbors called the cops and they came out and talked to him -- his mother came out and hollered at the cops and at us (and y'all know how well I took that but I don't talk when our Finest is involved).
They obviously understood that the problem wasn't going away because less than ten minutes later, the kid was back out hollering and the cops must have been just around the corner watching because they were back wrestling the kid into the cruiser to take him to the psych ward. His mother came this close >< to going, too, and was blaming us, the System, and and everyone else in the world for her son's problems and shouting that she knew the Mayor. (So do I and I know him well enough to call him 'Jamie' and can tease him about his grocery-bagging days -- guess who he would listen to?)
After they took him away, Mom kept talking loud and badly enough about us and Michelle decided to go over and talk to her despite her bro and I telling her not to go. She did and Mom finally shut up. We talked until the wee hours about life, the Universe and everything and eventually, we all decided that 'sleep' was a good word. I'm ready for another vacation.
Just another day in the paradise called Kay's World. Here's a video of an oldie I like that came to mind:
Happy Blogging!
Kay
I wonder what the boy's story is
ReplyDeletethe Mom doesn't sound like much real help for him
and all you wanted was a quiet evening with friends
Oy!
I love that song.
ReplyDeleteYour day sounded like one of those crazy ones, but it seems to have ended well enough. Talking to people really can make a difference--most of the time. It sounds like there was no talking to her kid.
I'm somehow intrigued what Michelle said to keep the Mom shut her mouth.
ReplyDeleteKay -- Hope you had a good rest after your eventful evening -- barbara
ReplyDeleteKay -- Hope you had a good rest after your eventful evening -- barbara
ReplyDeleteI'd almost trade neighbors with you. Hopefully when the son gets evaluated the pdoc will see that he's a product of his mom.
ReplyDeleteI just caught up with you. You do lead an interesting life.
ReplyDeleteJust don't let your loony neighbors make you loony! Better to "talk it out" in your thinking cap. You have my sympathy; I've had bad neighbors, too. Haven't we all?
ReplyDeleteHmmm, and it wasn't even a full moon!
ReplyDeleteAnd there you are, darlin'! Who needs reality teevee when all we have to do is open the front door or call our adult kids to be slam in the middle of Real Life.
ReplyDeleteI wish I knew our mayor well enough to call him by his first name. You've got clout, girl!
Neighbors can be something of a mixed bag. I'm hoping mine will be wonderful but the one I have met is a little crazy (but in a quiet and inoffensive way).
ReplyDeleteThe more I read, Kay, it's beginning to sound like maybe you need to move again. I assume you are hit with the midwestern heat, too, yes?
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