Sunday, August 5, 2012

I gotta figure something out here.  These "people" living in the shack behind me are spending great quantities of time yelling at their kids.  I am talking 2 and 3 year olds here.
Screaming, yelling, that kind of thing.  It goes on and on and onnnnnnnn...........
I just sent in an internet complaint.  I start with that. Then, when the City of Phoenix's Neighborhood Services department completely ignores my complaint, I can then call Zoning department directly, tell them what's going on and then have them send out their own investigator.
The issue I can get them with is the numerous extension cords that are being used to send power into the structure.
If these people are THAT poor, then they qualify for HUD housing and the City will - or should - direct them  in the appropriate direction to get that kind of assistance.  I am not without compassion, I just am not going to tolerate this kind of nonsense going on 24 hours a day, completely disrupting my right to "peaceable enjoyment of my property".  WHY they are screaming and yelling at little kids that are that young I have no idea...........

I pretty much wrote my heart back to the ex about our son.  A person has to find their own way in and through life.  Parents can be there to support them - your offspring that is - but let the kid make his own decisions and let him reap the results of it - for good or bad.  Not that I wouldn't give some advice if I saw him doing the "jump off the cliff" type of thing where his actions are obviously going to bring him some bad results, but even then, didn't we all have to learn in life from our bad experiences as well as the good ones?

She has not replied to that email.  In her view, I'm guessing, she will be thinking I am opposing her and that I am doing it to spite her.  In reality, I want what is the best for our kid, but I am not going to be around for him forever, meaning he is going off on his own and eventually he probably won't even be in the same country as I am. Sure, we can email back and forth from just about anywhere on earth, but he's GOT to learn to live on his own, by himself.  To coddle him along is doing him a dis-service.

One more week of work and then I get my week off, which actually translates into 9, full, consecutive days of not having to go to work. I really need some serious time off.  I enjoy the day off or two here and there, but a good amount of time away from work is definitely called for.

I mean, sans any circumstances that would prohibit it, we are definitely going on the fishing trip.  The money out of my change bucket was enough to send it over the top.  I was really relying on that being enough to pay for the shortage and it more than surprised me in the amount that was there.  I am going to start all over again with it, this time hoping to cash in around Christmas.

Short trip, got that over with. I no more than got back to the yard and left for home when I got a text from yet the newest version of a di...