Fast-forward less than 10 minutes, PART TWO:
I'm back on the deck, gliding and rocking and bopping and sipping, THEN a riding lawn
mower starts up over there. Never mind the grass has not been cut for FOUR (4) weeks,
but yeah... let's ruin my relaxation at this exact time.
This time, it's not the grandson... it's the old lady's son. I'd usually enjoy the "view" (he's
quintessential "bear") but not at that exact moment. He passes by the property line and
waves. I give a hand motion to "stop a second" and walk over. Of course, he just puts it
in neutral, leaves it running at 105 decibels so I have to shout.
I recount what happened earlier and ask if he's been in the house to see the sloven. He
says "no... just here to cut the grass" (I sm(f)h again) and ask if it raises any concern.
All he does is give me a shoulder-shrug - you know, the kind that says "what can I do
about it?" - puts the tractor in gear and continues cutting.
He gives bears all across the USA a bad name.
And now my cervical spine is all achy from the head shaking.
Even MORE to follow.