Friday, March 15, 2013

Code name WhatTheHeck

The project will be known as WhatTheHeck and represents our neighborhood sentiments this week when construction equipment arrived and started to disturb the peace across the street.  There are now many gaps in the lot formerly called "The Woods" and a large plywood sign is clumsily perched on a tree identifying it's number. 

In the end, we are all just numbers, right?  

This is what Evil Twin tells me.  She loves Person of Interest.  (So do I.)

So WhatTheHeck?  That's right. The coyotes, raccoons, deer, skunk, bobcat, and other potential roadkill are now seeking new hiding places. 

Evil Twin says it's the Aliens again.  She is stuck on that theme, just like that show Ancient Aliens  that usually presents the only answer to anything that can't easily be explained as Aliens (Imagine that!) 

Um, well, Evil Twin loves that show, too.

WhatTheHeck is changing my view outside my front window.  Yes, I am THAT neighbor, constantly at the window to see what is happening.  This is between workouts, snack breaks, teaching classes, gardening, comforting cat, playing WWF, and all the other things that I actually do during the day! 

No, really.

Anyway, WhatTheHeck is surely a government conspiracy to control me. I'll let it change me, or at least change my perspective and be entertained by the shenanigans.  The owner of the lot is a neighbor we call "Caveman" because of his wild dark hair.  Oh, and because of his hairstyle, too.  Snort.  He reminds me of a bear.  I think Mama owns the property being ravaged.  Caveman was outside today, shirtless in the warm early spring here in Texas, pointing and gesturing all over the pathetic, almost-naked lot.  I thought I saw Mama Bear, too.  Oh my, I do wish they would just go back into hibernation and leave the land alone.

Cat is not liking all the noise.  Caveman has used the new open space next to his batcave as a track for his dirt bike and other loud toys.

Buzz.  Buzz.  ROAR!  Yee-ikes!  I wish a simple flyswatter would do the trick.

The Woods


Not woods

It was nice while it lasted.


16 comments:

Lauren said...

Caveman mean! You need Mr. Reese to kick his ass.

Quirkyloon said...

So they're seeking refuge from the Reffsters?

HA!

ReformingGeek said...

@Lauren - Yes, please. More Reese.

@Quirky - There is no place to hide. Sigh.

lotta joy said...

Why is it that some people refuse to be ignored? These are the morbidly hairy people who like noise, ride ATVs and he will probably have an above ground pool so you can view his hairy back as he does a cannonball.

Collette Palmer said...

So sad that they are changing the beautiful landscape from leaves to...UGH!!!!
I know what you mean about the noise. Last summer, the gas company installed all new gas lines & meters in our city. Grass was dug up, concrete was broken up all starting at 7 am. Not to mention we had to find somewhere else to park until 6 pm each evening. It took them a couple of months to get everything done just on our block.
Good luck!

injaynesworld said...

I so hate shit like that. The sight of a felled tree has always broken my heart. Why can't they just go live in a trailer park and leave the beautiful land alone? My sympathies...

ReformingGeek said...

@Collette - Construction is always a mess, isn't it? Sigh. Oh well. All in the name of progress. Pffft.

@Jayne - It is heart-breaking. A trailer park sounds perfect for them. I'll help them move. Leave the woods alone!

Rob-bear said...

I'm just out of hibernation, and you're telling me about a Mamma Bear who is wreaking havoc in you delightful woods. This is not good; not good at all. If you weren't so far away, I would come down and talk to her about disturbing the neighbourhood (racoons, deer, skunk, etc.), not to mention upsetting the Humans. I could perhaps use some of my small influence to have her declared a "Bear of interest."

Condolences on the disassembly of your world!

Blessings and Bear hugs.

Rob-bear said...

P.S. Thanks for making the blog transition!

ReformingGeek said...

@Rob - Thanks. Not much happening in the new bear cave area this week.

I look forward to reading about your bear adventures!

Chris said...

What's up, Reffie? I had no idea you were a runner/triathlete. Of course, since I only started running in September, I probably wouldn't have paid attention anyway. I went back and read your triathlon story. Great work! I'm not nearly brave enough for one of those (I'd drown).

Take care!

Chris
www.splitsandgiggles.blogspot.com

ReformingGeek said...

@Chris - Oh my. I had forgotten about that first triathlon. Wow! It's gotten a bit easy but it's never really "easy". I'm primarily a runner. I post more about it on Facebook that here.

Keep up the good work with your running!

Sue said...

Weird neighbors make good blog fodder. The glass is half full Carol. ;-)

Nora Blithe said...

Aw that's too bad about the woods. I'd hate losing the natural spaces around my house.

Rob-bear said...

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1. The Liebster is given by bloggers to other bloggers who have less than 200 followers.
2. Each blogger should post eleven facts about himself or herself.
3. Each blogger should answer the 11 questions that are asked by the person doing the nominating.
4. Choose eleven new bloggers to nominate for the Award and link to them in the post.
5. Create eleven new questions for your nominees.
6. Go back to their pages and tell them they’ve been nominated.
7. No tag backs.

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Blessings and Bear hugs; Peace and Joy.

Mike said...

People probably said that about your lot a long time ago. :)


"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"