The weather got wacky this afternoon. There were some mood swings happening. Giant rain drops loudly
splatted on the air conditioner unit and the driveway pavement outside the
office windows. From the desk, I could see bright blue sky. The rain cloud seemed to be parked over my street. It cleared briefly, then an hour later, a thunderstorm rolled in. Once the rumbling cleared, the sky co-starred dark clouds and bright sunshine.
Stormy and sunny mood swing weather. |
During the first rain event, while marveling at the combination of bright and stormy, I went to the far side of the house in search of dramatic clouds. The rain pummeled the deck
and the Prime delivery package laying there. There were no deliveries scheduled for me, and I hadn't yet ordered the item delivering tomorrow.
The name on the soggy paper label affixed to the plastic
padded envelope was luckily still legible, and it was that of a neighbor I actually know, which was helpful. I put
the dripping thing in the enclosed porch while engaging in a mini rant about
the driver. I was already peeved by the UPS driver who parked the big brown
truck in my driveway this morning to deliver a package to a house across the street. A
house, which, by the way, had its own, much larger empty driveway. Where the driveway meets the road is becoming more chewed up.
Every day, UPS, FedEx, and untold numbers of passenger vehicles
pull into my driveway shared with Neighbor Guy to turn around, and in the case
of the UPS big brown trucks, to park while they deliver to neighboring homes. Lately,
this really burns me up. Now I understand the houses I've seen with the “No Turning in
Driveway” signs. Those homeowners clearly had enough. The driveway traffic
annoys me even more than the mailman walking across my lawn to the neighbor’s house. I thought the new fence would stop that,
but he freely strides across the grass to exit via the other gate in the fence.
While most people fantasize about vacations or their next
car, lately I fantasize about installing a gate at the end of the driveway. A concrete
barrier or a boulder might also do the trick. Or those metal spikes
that destroy tires while backing out. Then I feel guilty for being the “get off
my lawn” grump. Feeling petty and spiteful aren’t fun, but neither is feeling that
my property, into which most of my money goes, is being abused.
With the more generous state of mind that I vaguely recall
once possessing, these things didn’t bother me. Or at least not as much. But lately, the
driveway, the lawn, and a thousand other things are getting deep under my skin and on
my nerves. The weather isn't the only thing moody and dark. The dogs, while reasonably good listeners, aren’t especially helpful
with their feedback.
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