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On 36th Street, just east of Chicago Avenue, someone has put up a huge sign in front of their house. It's about four feet tall and five feet long and mounted on a pair of six or seven foot tall four by fours. Written in black spray paint is this message: "Stop stealing my flowers, piece of shit!"

Honestly, I must admit I've thought about doing this after people have stolen plants and rocks from our garden, but I've never actually gone ahead and done it. I can't say I blame the guy, though.
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Why is it the only time I ever see the local news in our neighborhood is when there's been a crime committed, yet whenever we have the May Day Parade or the Powderhorn Art Fair or Fourth of July fireworks they're suspiciously absent?
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Last night, as you may or may not know, was National Night Out. It's a chance for neighbors to get outside on a nice summer night and mingle. It's also a chance for me, if I go, to talk to a bunch of people I've never met before and try to make small talk. If given the choice, I would rather be stuck repeatedly with sharp metal objects.

Usually, I hang back and let [livejournal.com profile] haddayr do all the gabbing and schmoozing because she likes that sort of thing. No, I shouldn't say she likes it. She thrives on it. Which is why I like going with her to those things because I can just nod and smile and pretend I heard what people said (in addition to being horribly shy and introverted, I'm also a little hard of hearing, especially when I'm in large group settings and there's a lot of background noise going on). That was not the case last night because Haddayr had yoga class which left me on my own. But since the boys wanted to go, I went with them.

Was it as bad as I thought it was going to be? No. It was so much worse.

In addition to the fifty smiling strangers there was a loud band "playing music." To say they were bad would be an insult to bad bands everywhere. Not only could they not sing in tune with their instruments or keep their instruments in tune with each other, they couldn't keep their instruments in tune with themselves. And then they went into three and four part vocal harmonies. Out of tune. Singing the Grateful Dead. Loudly.

So I sat at a table watching √Čiden stuff his face with chips until there weren't anymore as Arie did some sort of coloring activity and listened to the horrid caterwauling of a group of neighbors I'd never seen before in my life. Meanwhile, I tried to smile and nod at the other neighbors I'd never met before who said god knows what to me because I could barely hear them over the classic rock slaughter. It felt like someone had grabbed my insides with a fork and was slowly but steadily twisting them around and around while commenting on how it was a nice evening outside and how Powderhorn Park sure was a nice place to live. And then at eight o'clock, I got out of there as quickly as I could without looking back for fear I might be pulled out into the hell I'd only just escaped.
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Is there any music worse than Christian pop? I'm talking about the kind you hear on the all Christian radio station, where every song sounds exactly like the last one and all the words are exactly the same -- the kind where between songs, you'll hear that gentle male preacher voice lulling you to sleep with the love of Jesus. Someone in our neighborhood has been blasting it to the neighborhood, perhaps in the hopes that doing so may save some of us sinners (or perhaps it's being done in an effort to finally drive us to the devil once and for all, in an effort to escape that horrid, horrid sound). Dear God, please deliver us from your devotee and shut off that infernal racket . . .
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Apparently mail delivery from our local post office is "weather permitting."
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I wrote about the parade in my last post, but the thing I like most about living here is that after the parade, after everyone has left for their homes, the pieces of the parade -- the floats, puppets, and streamers -- are rolled past our house down to the Heart of the Beast theater.  I don't know why, but there's something really neat about seeing everyone breaking things down and bringing the parts back.   Just now, a large white skull and an enormous paper måché monster hummer just rolled past down the slowly darkening street.
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Each year, our neighborhood is invaded by hordes of people, the scent of patchouli, and the sweet, sweet smell of stinky body odor (boy oh boy, can you smell smell the stink wafting from the crowd) as they gather for the annual May Day parade put on by Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theater (ok, there's normal, non-smelly folks, too).  We go every year, rain or shine, as it is right behind our house and it would take an exceptionally lazy person to just not bother going.  In spirit, it is very similar to the Greenwich Village Halloween parade but has a lot more community involvement and in the days leading up to it you often will find kids practicing walking on stilts in our park.

The parade always follows the same story -- corporations and Republicans are evil and destroying the world but there is still hope and we can all save the world by working together as a community, holding hands and dancing like hippies (it really is a fun parade -- seriously).

But enough of my yakkin'  -- let's get on with the show:
Let's see some pics! )
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We have a substitute mail carrier who when he is given our route on a day of inclement weather decides it's  apparently just too much of a bother to bring the mail to our house.  I'm not sure what he does or where he goes but it sure  as hell isn't our mail route.
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So in our alley where we put the recycling we have people that come through on a regular basis who sift through the recycling to take the aluminum cans.  I have absolutely no problem with this at all.  My problem is that in doing so, they would dump all of the sorted cans that they didn't want into the recycling bin and take the bag for themselves (or else dump all the unwanted cans onto our driveway).  Then, when the recycling truck would come through, the workers would leave our recycling along with a note that we needed to sort it or else they wouldn't pick it up.  After several months of of cleaning up after the can scavengers and getting sick of it I started sorting all the aluminum pop/soda cans separately.  I'd put them into a plastic bag and leave the bag on top of the recycling bin so it could be taken and nothing would be dumped and left for me to clean up.  Apparently this was not enough since I walked out to find my recycling again dumped onto the driveway because someone wanted an extra paper bag.  I am so sick of cleaning up other people's trash.
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My asswipe neighbor's canoe is now lying in the alley.  God,I hope it didn't hurt anyone when it fell.

I also hope someone takes it and enjoys a free canoe!

Edited Later:
It's gone!  Someone did take it!  Yay!  Today, I love living in a crime zone!
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This past Friday I watched out the window as the wind lifted up my asswipe neighbor's aluminum canoe from the top of his garage and threw it into my yard (not that he's an asswipe for keeping the canoe on top of his garage.  He's an asswipe for a multitude of various reasons and anecdotes much too long and involved to get into).  Yesterday, he put it right back up on the garage, same place as before.  Today I watched the wind again pick up the canoe and then throw it to the other side of the garage.  This makes me wonder how many times does this happen that I haven't actually seen it get blown off the roof and how much am I willing to bet that the canoe goes right back on top of the garage the next time it winds up in someone's yard?

ETA:
My asswipe neighbor's canoe is now lying in the alley.  God,I hope it didn't hurt anyone when it fell.

I also hope someone takes it and enjoys a free canoe!

ETA:
It's gone!  Someone did take it!  Yay!  Today, I love living in a crime zone!
 

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