When I got home from work, after a 10 hour work day, my new neighbor was standing on my sidewalk with her two dogs. A pit bull and a bulldog. I don't much care for dogs I don't know. It doesn't take much for me to get to know them - but first I have to feel that they are not dangerous - or that their owner has them under control. I felt neither of these things. Instead of getting my mail and visiting with my neighbors as I would have normally - I went inside my house. And fumed. Since she is the daughter of the woman who owns the house - who could not find a buyer when she put it on the market and now is renting to her daughter - I know that the daughter has been ticketed for the pit bull before. Because she does not have it under control.
I found out from my other neighbor, who I called on the phone instead of stepping outside to visit, that while the dogs were on the sidewalk in front of my house, their owner was talking about the problems she has had with the dogs.
Oh, if only everyone could be as perfect as I. It would be a perfectly charming world.
We kind of talked about this subject this morning at the meeting. How different people who are practicing the principles of AA are than other folks - and especially other drunk folks. It is a good deal.
Oh, when I finally got the mail, I got a letter from the county jail. Addressed to "Ms. Mary". From my daughter's latest "true love". He wanted to explain that he really isn't a bad guy. hmmm. Maybe that would be more convincing if he had a different return address. Maybe.