Trailer Park Insanity

It’s Saturday Feb 18th, it’s not a holiday of any type but there are fireworks going off just down the street. Max our German Shepard for all his bluster and ferociousness freaks out when he hears fireworks.

I had to wonder why they would decide to fire them off out of season, but then the bigger question popped in my head of where were they getting them. No stores open selling them that I know of as it is a seasonal thing. Maybe they were cleaning from a party last night and discovered them under the couch or bed, left over from July 4th or Christmas or whatever they decide is an appropriate day to scare the bejesus out of everyone.

Maybe they are re-enacting some twisted dream

It could be the unit down the street where the Confederate Flag flies. I never have been able to wrap my head around the reasoning of Flying that flag in the yard much less your vehicle. Maybe they are re-enacting some dream of the South rising again brought on my too many cans of liquid spirit, or Captain Budweiser as we like to say. Either way we close an otherwise quiet Saturday with a bang. At least they aren’t partying loud and should run out of the newly discovered pyrotechnics shortly.

Comments welcome,

Finally Friday

 

The day is drawing to a close on this Friday evening, even the scanner is quiet None of the fights and accidents that generally inundate the airwaves. It’s actually been a rather unremarkable week. I spent most of the day here in the office trying to get Google set up to crawl the Blog, only time will tell if I have gotten it back to working.

On another note I never realized that a German Shepherd could shed so much. If there was a market for the hair they leave on my carpet I would have some pocket change to spend on things I want without much work at all. I can fill a standard vacuum cleaner bag in under a month. I must make a note of checking on that. There seems to be a market for nearly everything these days, why not dog hair.

Okay, I’ll wrap this up and go watch some TV since the real world tonight is getting too strange for words. I just heard a Deputy unit report that he handled the disturbance he was sent to check on. He said the teenager didn’t want to clean the kitchen because she had not messed it up. She was advised by the Deputy to listen to her father. Such a waste of resources.

I think teenagers that call the authorities for something so stupid as arguing about cleaning a kitchen should be made to do community service for a good while to teach them you don’t squander law-enforcement on a spat with your parents. Of course we can thank our schools for all the teaching they do to our young teens on how to defend yourself from abusive parents.

Time to unwind for the evening in front of the TV with the dogs.

Comments welcome,

Cell Phones make them Stupid

You see them everywhere phone in hand walking, driving, standing in line. The obsession with communication (Social Media in particular) has become an addiction. There are those that can’t seem to put down their phones until they go to bed at night, many of them have been known to wake and check the phone for a new Facebook or Tweet about something they are following. You can’t get them up via an alarm clock for work or school, but they come alive at the sound of a text alert. Maybe I should develop an alarm with media alert sounds.

Most mornings I watch as a mother of two kids about 7 or 8 years old walks to the School Bus Stop with them. The kids are way ahead of her and she is leisurely strolling along immersed in her phone at 7am in the morning her fingers working rapidly. It looks rather comical with the phone a mere 8-10 inches from her nose, apparently she doesn’t see too well. The kids meanwhile are left to their own near the busy roadway.

Young and older Millennial adults go to visit someone or eat in a restaurant and spend more time looking at a phone than they do their friends, spouse or kids. Some no matter what they are doing will stop and run to the phone if they hear an alert chime. It’s almost as if they think the message will disappear before they can read it never to be seen again. It’s sad really.

I need to go as it’s time for the School Bus and I might just get a laugh if that Mother walks into something while texting. Failing that I think I’ll just look up some videos of idiots walking into water fountains.

Comments (no texts please) welcome,

Freaky Friday in the Trailer Park

Well, last week was quiet as days in a Trailer Park go, ever since the owner kicked a few people out it has been sort of quiet. That changed early today with the County Sheriff Deputies rolling quickly into the park. There were two cars and apparently they had a warrant for someone but did not find them.

A few moments ago an Ambulance was called to that same address for difficulty breathing. There is hardly ever any quiet nights on the weekend, but that is what Trailer Park Life is. A hodge podge of people living near one another with multiple personalities to contend with. The ones down the road that had the knife fight in the front yard were evicted and run off by the owner of the Park.

I’m just glad we have good neighbors around us. This is my first ever experience living in a Park other than a short stint when I was a young Police Officer and roomed with another Officer, and it will be my last. I guess it’s time for me to do some more video editing while the house is quiet and nothing going on.

Tomorrow may be an interesting day.