The weather has been extremely variable this week. On Saturday morning, we looked up and realized that the rain had changed to snow. It snowed long enough that some of it began sticking and by the time I had to take Luke for his 9 AM dog class, I was driving in slush, but by the time I got home, it was all gone. Then around 1 PM, we got more snow, although it did not stick. That was followed by a couple of rainy days, and now for the last two days it’s been warm and sunny. I took a movie of the snow for you, but I see that the file types I am allowed to post do not include movies. Hence, I have no pictures for my blog this week.
That’s not altogether right, though. I do have a picture. On Sunday night, we were watching TV in the living room when we heard a BAM! on our front door. We opened up the door but could see nothing. Luke was barking like a crazy dog. We realized that the kids were back. We couldn’t figure out what they hit the door with. I thought they hit it, but Wayne thought they bounced something heavy off it.
I stood by the window next to the front door, because on the other occasions when they just knocked on the door, they came back. Then Wayne said, “What’s that flash?” They were shining flashlights into our front window (which they have done before). I went out and heard kids running around in the woods above our house and then heard them shouting taunts. I told them I was going to go in and call their parents.
In reality, I only knew to call the people whose property they were on. They told us their kids were all inside, but they said they would email the parents and send their son-in-law out with a flashlight. I didn’t see his flashlight, but it got quiet in the woods really quickly.
The next morning we found a lovely big, smeared boot print on our front door. I took a picture of it and posted it on our neighborhood Facebook page with a description of what had happened.
I’m not sure if was the neighbor’s emails or my Facebook post (which got quite a bit of comment), but that afternoon, a car drove up and a boy, about 10 years old maybe, got out. I could see an apology coming. He apologized and said another boy would be coming by to wash off our door. I didn’t know who he or his mom were and was taken too by surprise to ask, but I think this boy might not have been from our streets in our little neighborhood but maybe from down the main road. A little later, a boy came by whom I did recognize, our across-the-road neighbor. He looks about 10, too, but he is 13. He apologized and said he would be back to clean the door. He came back in the evening and did it, and then asked if it was okay and apologized again. I think the parents really let these kids have it. There were more kids involved than just this two, but hopefully, they all got the message. I hope this is the end of it all.
Over the weekend, my family got going about the coronavirus. Some of their concern was legitimate. They decided not to go to a taekwondo tournament in Seattle, where most of the virus seems to be and which would include a lot of people from Korea. That seemed a legitimate concern, but now many of them are announcing their intention to stay home for the next two weeks, even though there are no cases locally. My brother, who had planned to come here this coming weekend for Crab Feast and his birthday, has decided to stay home. Wayne and I are doing our usual things, except now Wayne thinks he has a bronchial infection, despite not coughing more than twice in two days. That’s Wayne all over.
This means that he didn’t make his first tai chi class on Monday, which makes me wonder if he will go at all. I had been looking forward to doing something besides dog class on Monday nights. I usually hate going there, even though it is by far the best class because it is much more lightly attended. His Saturday class has so many dogs in it that it seems overwhelming at times. However, I just don’t like having to pack Luke up and drive into town on cold, rainy nights. It’s not late, but it is dark out. I don’t mind those classes later in the year when it’s light out and warm.
So, I wasn’t sure if I should just go to the tai chi class by myself or take Luke to dog class or what. Inertia won, and I stayed home.
On Monday morning, a crew showed up to rip out all the blackberry bramble on the slope near the back of the house. It was expensive, but we are relieved to get rid of it. We had both worked on it, but neither of us felt secure enough to try going up the steepest part of the slope. Now we have a pile of bramble to burn. We also have fabric stretched down behind our house on which to plant grass.
In art class, it’s about time for me to start painting the hairs on my pigs. I know that will continue for some time, but it’s one of the later steps. After that, I just have to work on the hay some more and put dirt on the piggy noses.