It feels like I've been honking a horn all week . . .
-At a construction worker working in the neighborhood, who parked his truck in front of the house, with both wheels over the curb, on the grass, in a "No Parking" spot. "I don't understand what would make you think any part of this is ok?" " Sorry, I do this all the time." "Well, you need to do something else from now on."
-At Moon's teacher, after he came home saying they were about to start reading The Kite Runner (an amazing ADULT book that contains- the rape of a child, cruelty, betrayal, more violence…) in his sixth grade reading class! I handled this one graciously, as did she, and they are NOT reading it.
- Literally honked, long and full blast, at the large dump truck who wanted to come into my lane today, on top of me.
The list goes on and on . . .
It's been a week, but now it's over.
Another creature is floating onto the blanket of squares.
I wrote (whined) to my sister today, "People are hard, thank goodness for cats." She agreed, and so does Twinkle.
