Neighbors aren't building a fence, they just drove a line of posts into the ground, less than 3' high. LOL It's just posturing. Whatever. Who cares? I find it laughable. In fact, every time I take the dog out, I look over and laugh out loud. Life needs more laughter. Maybe that's why they did it. God knew I needed to laugh.
We had an awesome weekend. I took mom to the John Prine concert, and I didn't hate it. He really is a talented song writer. That's why Mom likes him, and I've gained respect for him. Listening to the stories behind the songs was worth going. The drunks were everywhere, and annoying, but I didn't let it ruin the night. Good dinner, too. Thanks, Mom!
We kept Kameron most of Sunday. We hung out at Mom and Dad's and she had fun. She rode on the mower with Kevin, took a nap in the stroller, and laughed (screamed) at the dogs. She especially like watching Sadie chase the frisbee.
Kevin's going to Carthage tomorrow. His great aunt Virginia, a nun, doesn't drive. She found a ride that will bring her to Carthage to see her sister (GG) and her niece (Grammy...Kevin's mom.) Kevin may never get this chance again, so he's going down to have lunch with her. I'll be on my own, but only for 24 hours this time. Frozen pizza for dinner? Probably.
With the neighbors wigging out, we're worried about what they may do, so we won't let Hawkeye out alone. They bait him over there with treats all the time. He must think he's under lock-down. We go out when he does, and make him come in when we do. Poor dog. Monica gave him a bath today, so I've let him on the bed a couple of times. I just feel bad that he is suffering due to crazy neighbors.
I'm leaving in 4 days for Jekyll Island, GA. I'll miss my family, but I'm looking forward to seeing some of my favorite customers. It'll be hard work, since I'm traveling alone, but I've done it before. It's pretty liberating, actually. Knowing I can do it alone.
OK, time for bed. I have a lot to do in the next 4 days. I need to get a hair cut, if possible. We'll see what happens. Otherwise, I'll go to GA looking like Kristy McNichol. It's happened before. I could cut the bangs myself, but then I'll get sympathy cards, and that would be embarrassing.