Monday, May 23, 2011

Mowin' the Grass

The girls and I sat at the table where they do homework on days when the sun shines.

"Grammy, there it is again," Sydney said with her face wrinkled in disgust.

"Grammy, call the police," Gabby piped in.

Argh! I'm so tired of this.

"What do you think?" I asked my daughter. "Do you think I should call?"

"What if they retaliate?" she replied.

It is Spring. What will this be like when summer comes? So I called the police.

"I don't know what to do, so I'm asking advice," I explained." Our neighbors smoke pot all the time. We smell it in our house and strongly in the backyard. What can we do?"

The sheriff was very sweet. He explained that they probably had a card for medical marijuana whether it was legit or not. I told him about their loud parties late at night. He was very sympathetic.

"Call us when they have the parties. We'll take care of it," he said. "Do you want me to stop by and talk to them. I'd be happy to knock on their door."

"Do you think it would help?" I asked.

"No. They won't answer," he replied.


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