it's not about grapes

i was going to call this post "grapes of wrath" or "sour grapes" - but, there are no grapes in the story. still, it's a pretty good story.


let's get right into it. i hate these things. they are the WRATH that causes me to have sour grapes ;) it's a leaf blower, and as you may well know, my neighbor loves his. just when i was thinking that leaf-blowing season was over, i heard the unmistakable sound, last night around 9:30 pm.

oh. words cannot describe the feelings of anger that welled up. i peeked out the window to see him merrily blowing SNOW with his leaf blower. yep, it is a multi-purpose tool. except it's main purpose seems to be driving me crazy. very useful for that.

i decided to turn up the volume on 'real housewives' and try to forget. not very successful. it kept going and going and going...and all of a sudden, i FREAK out and think "my LORD, it's getting LOUDER! will he never be done?! we have like a DUSTING of snow!! has he ever heard of a SHOVEL?"

lots of other thoughts.

until i look out my window, and i see a burly man in a thinnish sweatshirt sort of thing, wind swirling and trying to tuck under a hoodie in the cold,


leaf blowing MY sidewalk.







bet you didn't see that one coming, did ya?


me either. but i am thankful for it. i sense a treaty of some sort is in order. and that the thought i have been entertaining in my head to make his family some christmas cookies is probably a good one.

:)