Wednesday, April 29
The neighbors had a drunken party/yell fest last night. You know before it rained (again).
Daniel never heard it. Alice did. I did. If the phone wasn't such a hassle I would have called the cops. Man was I wishing we had actually gotten a cell phone as discussed last night.
This morning I walk Alice out to the car at 6:30am. We were taking Daniel to work so we can go visiting teaching. My little fence around the flower beds was ripped up, bent/destroyed and several of the planted obliverated.
I am fighting the urge to leave the fencing behind her car with a passive aggressive note. I sort of don't care if her guests get so platered they can't walk, but I spend time and money on that flower bed. The naturally avoided all the weeds and took out a purple coneflower plant, and something else (can't remember what it is, or if I know the name, but I know its not a weed).
I can't stop thinking about it. I sort of want to knock on their door and wake them up to face the music, but I sort of want to make Daniel do it. Only he won't be as pissed as me. And he is at work. I think the fence in thier driveway is a good comprimise. Anyone else?