We had ice ice baby last night. Oh, yes. Enough to... uh... OK, seriously, it didn't even hiit the ground *under the trees* but everything is amok. Which is okay. Ice = nightmare on roads. However, the biggest and funniest... From me on day 3 of one of *those* headaches...
Neighbor facing ice on windshieled without even a scraper.
I'm like, "We own seven. Why"" and Hubby said, "I always forget we have them," and so I'm thinking, "I'll be nice even if it is the teeth-grittingly annoying punk renting two doors down, who drinks RUm and Coke in the 'open' by keeping the rum in a paper bag, FFS, and has that annoying growl-muffler to make his car sound badass, but there's no badass in that hunkajunk, and God, must he blast hiphop at all hours like that, it's nto the genre it's th elanguage, who wants to hear that stuff at that volume"...
The point being, yes, that kid got under my skin and hit some nerves very quickly. Yes, I called hima kid. He's probably 20-something. Whatever. I'm old enough to be his mom. He's a kid. End of story.
Oh, wait, no it's not. This is me! I never shut up!
Well, I totter out the door with one of our spare snow-brush-scrapers.
The kid was scraping the ice off his windshield with --- ye heavens spare us all --- no, not a kitchen spatula (that I've seen enough in the South to no longer flinch) --- but a freaking kitchen knife. Y'know. Like a bread knife.
I was brave, all. I was tottering along thinking, "I feel like hell, but he's a kid, be nice..."
When he scraped exactly enough off to see out --- and I mean, a peep hole --- he leaps in his truck, starts the engine, and I'm auditorally assaulted by "music" with every profanity I use when I hit my thumb with a hammer, times two. Knife, btw, left on the ground till I picked it up and set it by the house door.
I also left the scraper by the front door at that house. It's being shared by four unrelated young renters, which is against our local rules for a lot of reasons, so odds are good someone will possibly recognize and use it. Maybe. I dunno. Hey. I'm just a dumb old Gen X broad. (To quote aforesaid annoying neighbor.)
So why do you have rules about unrelated people renting together? (But they can buy. LOL.)
Well, simply put, it avoids turning single-family homes into... well, for lack of a better word... boarding houses. Dorms. Whatever. Live near a college, and you know. REnting to a bunch of kids = good-bye home value, hello hell. Zoning laws are in place. Some of them have reasons.
For example, another local zoning ordinance says that you can't re-zone our area into commercial lots for two reasons. One is a nearby used-to-be-wetlands; the other is the proximity of several schools. The logic here is that retail traffic would cause hazards for kids walking to and from school, as well as traffic hazards for the buses, and, oddly enough, someone cited the health hazards. Huh? You ask. Yeah, I did too until I dug into it about 20 years ago. Turns out that where you have retail, you usually have food, and that attracts *rats*. It's an odd thing to note, but rural and rural-ish folks have an abohorrence of rats. Possums, raccoons, skunks, yeah, fine, but *rats*? ACK! And the rats bring in foxes, which I find okay, as that's Nature's pest control, but around here, people think foxes carry rabies more than rats carry plague.
Note that the big rabies carriers around my area are bats and such. Not the foxes and rats. *sigh* No plague, either. Fortunately, this ignorance means I won't have to see a strip mall pop up amongst the trees and scenery for no other reason thans omeone had t olaunder money or have a tax write-off when the venture fails. Strange, but true, in both cases. Hmm.
Of course, zoning laws change, and nothing better shows this than the sudden reversal of the "protect our waterways" rule when there was a chance to sell out and make money off a big "bypass". Problem being, that bypass was first suggested around 1980 and still hasn't been built. Yeah. And the original proposal swore "no exits", meaning no reason or way for peopel to build up along that bypass. Eventually, that changed. Bypass got started about 10 years ago, and died beore it broke much ground. Why? It was considered that a quarter-billion dollars on something that had zero local support and too many eco impacts wasn't worth the lawsuits anymore. No, really? I don't even want ot imagine 30-plus years of attorneys' bills!
I realize this is dull stuff, but if your zoning changes? Stay alert. I've yet to see a *benign* change. Around here, the latest changes a few years ago were to allow a petroleum pipeline. Right. Through. National. Forest. Oh, I think *not*. I know the Dakotas got the publicity, but there's a lot of pipelines doing damage for no good reason. Pennsyllvania just shut one down after a fairly historic number of spills, fails, and "accidents" that led to eco-contamination --- Ohio had one a few months ago that dumped sludge into wetlands --- and the thing is, you may think, "Oh, nature takes care of it." Actually, Nature *can't*. Petroleum kills. In the soil, in the water, it's just one great big toxin, and if you haven't lived where you need to light a match while runnin gthe kitchen sink to be sure to burn off the natural gas from some big company's "oopsie"? Then you're more fortunate than many. Ever see a river burn? No? You're lucky. Watched tends of acres go from thriving green to dead from a "minor" accident? No? You're lucky. BUt hey, pipelines are safe! *facepalm*
The good news is, they're developing micro-organisms that can eat petroleum. Yay! And what else do they do? Ummm.... Eek? Creepy much?!
OK, rant over, sorry, just... Third generation eco-nut, and we're fighting what Granmps fought. The same damn company, even. *sigh* Sisyphus in the old Greek legends rolling his rock up the hill, only to have it rolld down and he had to start over. And over. And over. For eternity. Shoulder to the rock, and off I go again. (Admittedly,t oday the rock is my laudnry!)
Sorry if that was rambling an ddown. I'm in that state. Day three of the dreaded "is it fibro or menoapuse or does it matter" headache. You know the sort (ewll, okay, the gentlemen won't know that menoapuse bit, but Man-o-pause?)...
Purrs from teh puma and the porch posse. I swear, Fraidy doesn't eat food. She pit mines it.
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