Per my usual MO for pre-dawn hours, I was up at about 4 a.m., made coffee, fed the beasts, let the dog out and settled back on the couch for another few hours of intermittent interwebs wandering and maybe another 3 hour nap before facing what’s on the plate for today. I was about to shut the lids again when it started.
Voices – loud voices – many loud voices in the street out in front of the house. Much yelling. The beast in the back yard added to the cacophony just before 6 a.m. “Mmgonnabeatyoaaa…” screamed as if it were one word. Stepping out on our porch the Dr. and I witnessed four powerful women (at least one is wielding a metal bat) circling a certain persona non grata.
There were words about unpaid child support…in no uncertain terms – a colorful script lifted directly from some old episode of The Wire. Surely one repeated time and time and time again around urban settings far more exciting than ours. A few other neighbors watched from their porches too as “the intruder” turned and backed back down the street – still mouthing off, got into a waiting vehicle and sped off into the dusky darkness.
I felt proud of those women for defending themselves. Whatever it was he thought he was coming to get – he left without it. Just another good reminder to me that some people have more to worry about than what kind of ornamental grasses to plant in the backyard.
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