Category: Around the neighborhood

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California it’s BAD when a Redneck like me…

…Calls out all the brain dead mouth breathers wandering around your cities and towns.

My GOD! What has happened to people? Trying to shop in the grocery store is an epic exercise in annoyance.

What part of, folks should avoid blocking entire aisles with their fat asses and carts don’t people get?

What part of, aisles should be clear of carts, trolleys, and merchandise stacks is too difficult for employees to understand?

Why do grocery stores in other states have Two, yes TWO whole doors? (Honestly, when I first moved up here, the local Stater Brothers did have two whole doors.)

Sometime in the past few years, they remodeled and lost one set of doors which has made getting into and out of the store far more difficult that it need be. If the remaining doors were simply wider, it would be less of a hassle.

But it’s not just the grocery store. It’s also the drug store.

The drug store used to be in the same plaza as the grocery store, it also had two sets of doors. That was super convenient! Park ONCE, then walk from one to the other to do your business. (Perhaps that would help with the whole fat ass problem today!)

The drug store moved to a free standing building with only one door, on the opposing corner of the street so now you have to make two stops, fight through at least one stop light, make a series of left turns, then navigate around a bunch of fast food places to get into the grocery store parking lot.

The navigational issues are bad enough outside the stores while you’re driving, but the mouth breathers inside the stores keep the navigational frustration going.

The people wandering vacantly around the grocery store, are rude, thoughtless, and behind the wheel of a car, terrifying.

I was thinking about the last time I was in Florida shopping in a Publix. It was actually relaxing. The customers were courteous, the employees helpful, the store was brightly lit, and the aisles wide and unobstructed. The floors were clean and shiny! This particular Publix had one very wide door and because there were no displays around the door, moving into and out of the store was easy.

They even had batteries hanging neatly on the racks in their hardware section.

Imagine that! It was only at that moment, standing in a grocery store 3000 miles from home that I realized batteries hadn’t been hanging on endcaps, or in the hardware section of my grocery store for a very long time. At home I have to ask the cashier to go get them from a storage area at the front of the store.

Getting into and out of the shopping plaza in Florida was easy too. The layout of the driveways lent a kind of logic to navigation. The only hiccup was around a gas station at the far end of the property. I think that might have been due to volume of customers. It was the last gas station before you got on the I-10 heading to Jacksonville.

The last time I was in Kentucky, I went into a Kroger and had essentially the same experience. Wide aisles, clean floors, bright lighting, courteous people, products easily accessible, and well designed driveways / parking.

So why is it that California can’t seem to manage this?

Is it too many drugs or just that people in California are that stupid?

The state did vote for Newsom, they did prevent his recall, they keep Pelosi and Feinstein in office and California went overwhelmingly for Biden…

Perhaps it’s that Californians are that stupid.

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Gentle Rain…

Last night soft rain began falling just as I was heading to bed. I love the sound of gentle rainfall and often use the sound of rain on the HomePods in the bedroom to fall asleep.

Last night the fake track wasn’t necessary, Mother Nature provided a natural soundtrack all night long.

Although about 1 or 2 am, the natural soundtrack was interrupted by a bunch of noise from jackass central where Crazy Pants and the other transient trash live.

I suppose that as much of a pain in the ass as it is. I’m going to have to start making noise complaints.

My hesitation about that is if I’m not going to be living here for much longer do I really care? Another consideration is if I start a “war” with those idiots, it could impact my ability to sell my house because if their behavior gets worse, it could scare off potential buyers. Fortunately the eye sore that it their property is mostly concealed by trees and other structures that don’t look like cover photos for “Homeless Beautiful, Your definitive guide to shitty living”

I love that the police are always so concerned about Crazy Pant’s rights, but when asked what about the other neighbors rights they shake their heads. Technically it’s not fair to place the police in that metaphorical vise. It’s not their job to decide. Since Crazy Pants and everyone else in the neighborhood have equal rights, it’s for a judge to determine where the line is.

Eventually the noise died down at Crazy Pants place. I can only hope that they drugged themselves into a stupor or death. I know there’s no such luck on the latter so I’ll take comfort in the former. Once their annoyance quieted, the rain was back. The sound seemed a little louder, as if the intensity of the storm increased.

Perhaps Nature was just trying to drown out the shenanigans so the neighborhood could sleep soundly.

On thing of note about the noise was that the dog didn’t budge from his spot on the bed. When the noise started, he looked up, groaned, and went back to sleep. That’s a comment on the frequency of the disruptions coming from Crazy Pants place. Even the dog is disinterested. He’s a classy dog & they’re trashy primates.

It’s cool and overcast this morning. There’s a slight chance of more rain but I doubt it will happen. I’m thankful for the break in temperature and the quiet of the morning.

I won’t have to water the trees and there may have been enough rain to rinse the dust off the solar panels. That’s one of the things the brochures don’t tell you. Those panels on the roof have to be rinsed from time to time, dust and pollen have a measurable effect on the panel efficiency.

I’m sure there are additional chores that I need to do around here. With watering and rinsing off the list, I think I’ll have another cup of coffee and enjoy the morning a while longer.

Besides, the weather station here in the living room says we could have some thunderstorms. I’d like that, but I’d also be content with more gentle rain.

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Does this make me a bad person?

I honestly don’t know what the hell is going on at Crazy Pants’ house these days.

Yesterday some dude I’ve seen around was stomping down the street calling the boyfriend of Crazy Pants all kinds of names and then walking back up to better hear the boyfriends response.

Then he’s acting like he wants to fight right there on the street calling the boyfriend less than a man.

If I’d not had the windows open I’ve have ignored the whole mess but since I could hear everything I decided to watch as well. I thought about making popcorn and cracking open a beer even though it was only 9am!

Hey, if they’re going to put on a live show, why the hell shouldn’t I watch?

After another few minutes of grumbling at each other the stranger, who I think of as “Whitey” because of his long white hair, goes back up to Crazy Pant’s property. Where the two males, continue to bitch at each other.

I was thinking, “Come on guys, just fuck already! You’re fighting like you’re married!”

After another hour or so, things quiet down.

Around 9pm there’s more yelling then there’s a male voice I’m assuming “Whitey” moaning and saying I’m hurt bad, then he’s almost begging Crazy Pants boyfriend, “Please don’t hurt me more”.

I’m thinking one of two things, 1) They finally decided to punch it out, or 2) They decided to fuck and are into some rough stuff.

I don’t think Crazy Pants boyfriend is particularly hung so it’s not like Whitey was moaning over, or complaining about taking it.

At one point last night someone called for help but not one of the neighbors, myself included, went to look, opened our front doors, or called the cops.

This morning all is quiet, even the fucking 5 Chihuahuas that are yapping all the damn time. I thought I heard Crazy Pants muttering and mumbling earlier, but now she’s quiet.

I found myself thinking, “I hope they fucking kill each other.” Then it occurred to me that there will be one survivor, there is always one survivor. There’s always one roach, or one rat, but one always survives.

Then I thought, “In older times, the neighbors would be within their rights to deal with the survivor too.” In less fire prone areas, the neighbors would burn the house to the ground. That way they’d avoid having to bury the bodies, just stack ‘em in the house and “Woosh”.

Fire purifies everything. It would even burn their names from the neighborhood’s memory.

The only epitaph would be, “They were bad people.”

When stuff like this goes through my mind I realize it’s just me being super tired of the constant drama. But I wonder about myself as a person. Does this make me a bad guy too? Does my growing hatred for those people present a danger, and are they dragging me down to their level? Who am I to sit in judgment?

I’ve contented myself, thinking as long as I’m asking these questions I’m probably okay. There is some shred of morality left in me regarding these people.

I found it jarring yesterday because I was hoping the two guys would beat each other to death and I was hoping that Crazy Pants would be hurt badly when she got in the cross fire. What shocked me was that I was perfectly content to watch it, beer in hand and baseball bat within easy reach.

Yeah, I tend to not spend much time in the front yard unless I’ve got something to defend myself with these days. Crazy Pants has been known to wander the neighborhood with large butcher knives, pick up rocks, and as in my case simply punch people without provocation.

Whitey just walked down the street. He’s wearing a backpack, carrying a bottle of water and looked like he was a man on a mission. I didn’t see any visible injuries. I wonder if he had enough and is gone for good? I’ve heard the boyfriend yelling at one or two of the dogs. So there are multiple survivors.

Dang!

Oh well, maybe this weekend they’ll do each other in. I’ve got plenty of popcorn and beer!