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last night
Jan. 24th, 2023 08:41 am We had dinner with Aunt L and Uncle B to celebrate Brother A's freedom. His original release date was 1/23, but after all the rigamarole his final parole appointment was the 19th so that's his real 'freedom' date. That was nice. It's good to be able to go out in the world again and it was at Arpeggio, one of our favorite places. L. brought me a boxed cake mix , "Dolly Parton's Banana Cake" and a can of "Dolly Parton's buttercream frosting"....apparently I'm supposed to make this abomination and bring her a nice corner piece. LOL. I hate all things artificially banana flavored. I love real fresh bananas and i even like banana bread or banana pancakes/waffles, but not banana pudding, bananas foster, banana candy, ice cream, etc. It's the artificial whatever alkaloid ester chemical shitstorm that I dislike. Anyhoo. I'll make it and Thax and A can eat it and I'll take L&B a big old piece, too. LOL. L was obese for most of her working life and when she retired she lost a lot of weight and now is fairly strict with her eating habits. Good for her but her work arounds for when she wants a sweet are kinda funny :)
We gpt home around 8 and decided to walk dogs before settling in for some TV and bedtime, our usual routine. We were passing by a VRBO house that used to be a 'group home' in our neighborhood when I heard a squirrel doing the little 'distress bark' which I thought was unusual because it was well after dark by then. So I walked over to see if maybe it was fussing because it was trapped, stuck, or had a baby on the ground. I shined my cellphone's flashlight up into the tree and saw two eyes reflecting back at me, a cat lying in a fork of the branches. I didn't see the squirrel. I started looking around under the tree to see if I could see a baby. There was another cat at the base of the tree, looking up. Sunny started barking at the cat and the cat backed off; I thought that was fine, maybe if the cat ran off from the base of the tree the squirrel could get down safely and get to another tree with no cat in it.
Meanwhile, this man from across the street and up a couple of houses came over and started shouting at us, apparently these were his cats and our dog was scaring them, whatever whatever. I tried to explain that i'd heard a squirrel in distress and was trying to find out what was wrong, he yelled at me about Sunny barking and scaring his cats, I tried to explain that the cat was already in the tree (terrorizing the squirrel) when we walked up, he said "I'm done listening to you," or "I'm done with you" or something like that, and "just go away". I said "Ok,fine, god bless you, sir." (sarcastic tone) and started to walk away. He said "fuck you" and that was IT. I yelled "fuck you" back, then he started going off on "You're not a real believe, real good christian with that language," and I was like "FUCK YOU, YOU SAID IT TO ME FIRST!!!"
Meanwhile Thax is speaking in calm conversational tones trying to de-escalate the ridiculous nonsense. I'm walking away, yelling at him "jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you," (I don't remember what all I said) and he's yelling 'fuck you" at me and "you trying to fight" at Thax. His teenage (?) son(?) was trying to get him to walk away and I'm yelling shit at him like "Keep your fucking cats in your goddamn house if you dont' want dogs barking at them" and then my grand finale "Go back to New Jersey or wherever the GODDAMN HELL you came from, WE DONT ACT LIKE THIS IN TEXAS!!!!!"
it was fucking ridiculous. We've passed these cats on our walks before, that street is on our regular morning route. The cats like to go under these big arbor vitae trees that are across the street from the man's house, and sometimes they'll be under there when the dogs are sniffing at the trees. he's given us the stinkeye for that before. Not that Boba, the tree pee-er is at all interested in the cats. He just likes to pee on those trees. Sunny would chase a cat if she wasn't leashed. The cats never seem that bothered by it, if he leaves them out at night I'm sure they've dealt with worse--we have raccoons, possums, and coyotes in our neighborhood. Anyway, it was dumb and I'm ashamed and embarassed that I let him get my goat like that. Screeching profanity in the street like a goddamned lunatic.
In one way I'm glad I didn't let him get away with cussing at me and my husband and my dogs, I'm glad I didn't just walk away and let him be abusive...but on the other hand I don't know what I could have or should have said or done to be a better person. Just walk away and let him cuss is probably the best, make him the unequivocal asshole in the situation. But whatever.
It's raining this morning so the dogs don't want to walk, so we wont' be passing his house today. But I guess at some point we'll walk that way again. I guess we'll see what happens. I'm sure his kid was very embarassed to be in that situation too. I hope that guy isn't always so foul and awful. And I hope the squirrel is OK. :/
We gpt home around 8 and decided to walk dogs before settling in for some TV and bedtime, our usual routine. We were passing by a VRBO house that used to be a 'group home' in our neighborhood when I heard a squirrel doing the little 'distress bark' which I thought was unusual because it was well after dark by then. So I walked over to see if maybe it was fussing because it was trapped, stuck, or had a baby on the ground. I shined my cellphone's flashlight up into the tree and saw two eyes reflecting back at me, a cat lying in a fork of the branches. I didn't see the squirrel. I started looking around under the tree to see if I could see a baby. There was another cat at the base of the tree, looking up. Sunny started barking at the cat and the cat backed off; I thought that was fine, maybe if the cat ran off from the base of the tree the squirrel could get down safely and get to another tree with no cat in it.
Meanwhile, this man from across the street and up a couple of houses came over and started shouting at us, apparently these were his cats and our dog was scaring them, whatever whatever. I tried to explain that i'd heard a squirrel in distress and was trying to find out what was wrong, he yelled at me about Sunny barking and scaring his cats, I tried to explain that the cat was already in the tree (terrorizing the squirrel) when we walked up, he said "I'm done listening to you," or "I'm done with you" or something like that, and "just go away". I said "Ok,fine, god bless you, sir." (sarcastic tone) and started to walk away. He said "fuck you" and that was IT. I yelled "fuck you" back, then he started going off on "You're not a real believe, real good christian with that language," and I was like "FUCK YOU, YOU SAID IT TO ME FIRST!!!"
Meanwhile Thax is speaking in calm conversational tones trying to de-escalate the ridiculous nonsense. I'm walking away, yelling at him "jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you," (I don't remember what all I said) and he's yelling 'fuck you" at me and "you trying to fight" at Thax. His teenage (?) son(?) was trying to get him to walk away and I'm yelling shit at him like "Keep your fucking cats in your goddamn house if you dont' want dogs barking at them" and then my grand finale "Go back to New Jersey or wherever the GODDAMN HELL you came from, WE DONT ACT LIKE THIS IN TEXAS!!!!!"
it was fucking ridiculous. We've passed these cats on our walks before, that street is on our regular morning route. The cats like to go under these big arbor vitae trees that are across the street from the man's house, and sometimes they'll be under there when the dogs are sniffing at the trees. he's given us the stinkeye for that before. Not that Boba, the tree pee-er is at all interested in the cats. He just likes to pee on those trees. Sunny would chase a cat if she wasn't leashed. The cats never seem that bothered by it, if he leaves them out at night I'm sure they've dealt with worse--we have raccoons, possums, and coyotes in our neighborhood. Anyway, it was dumb and I'm ashamed and embarassed that I let him get my goat like that. Screeching profanity in the street like a goddamned lunatic.
In one way I'm glad I didn't let him get away with cussing at me and my husband and my dogs, I'm glad I didn't just walk away and let him be abusive...but on the other hand I don't know what I could have or should have said or done to be a better person. Just walk away and let him cuss is probably the best, make him the unequivocal asshole in the situation. But whatever.
It's raining this morning so the dogs don't want to walk, so we wont' be passing his house today. But I guess at some point we'll walk that way again. I guess we'll see what happens. I'm sure his kid was very embarassed to be in that situation too. I hope that guy isn't always so foul and awful. And I hope the squirrel is OK. :/
