Guess how I woke up this morning?
Neighbour number two, asked me to get my ‘Trash’ out of my yard. He was referring to the kids bikes and Tonka trucks. Well, plus a gallon of milk that exploded out of my car when I came back from Target. Because it was gushing milk, I layed it on the lawn until it would lower to the line of impact. I left it there and forgot to come back out and pick it up. An honest mistake. Like I don’t have anything else to think about right now? For example the outstanding group of men who have made me feel so welcome to Connecticut…I’ll explain…
1) The shifty landlord that evicted me from 363 Pequot Ave. Not only was the place I signed for not commercial, the Landlord denied he showed it to me as ‘Commercial’ property and that all along I intended to live there. I have had to retain a lawyer to get me away from him
2) The owner from this property who told me I had no idea how to run his house (it’s a rental) after the Heater/AC unit almost exploded and has left me and my family either freezing or overheated while we live here
3) The Man that yelled me at The Goodwill while he was dealing the Salesperson down from a set of three table tops – he wanted to save $20 and thought he could get the salesperson to barter with him…at The Goodwill…can you imagine?! He yelled at me because I said I would pay the full price – “Shut the Hell up and stay out of my business” was what he screamed! I told him never in my life have I seen someone barter at The Goodwill. Doesn’t all of the money go directly to help homeless people and others not so fortunate?
4) The other neighbour at the end of the street came to my door and accused me of trenching his yard when we first moved here. He said he had driven up and down the street and figured because I have a Jeep, it must have been me. I admitted that I had backed into his yard (like 4 – 5 feet) to turn around, but never realised I left a mark. “You trenched my yard!” he screamed at me in front of my daughter Shepherd. She started to cry. I turned beet-red and apologised. Then practically in the same sentence of accepting my apology he says “Oh, you’re new to Connecticut, the neighbourhood? Are you looking to buy a house because mine is for sale…” Hmmmmmmmmm…..Shepherd said she didn’t want to live there anymore.
5) And finally I worry about the safety of my family from jerks like the one I am writing about…
He said he wanted to keep the neighbourhood ‘clean’ from ‘trash’…
I asked him “So, you think I’m ‘Trashy’?”half laughing and he said
I said thank you for the insult to my face and slammed the door.
I drew my own version of Mona Lisa yesterday on the table top with crayons at a local restaurant, CENTRO. The Owner provides crayons to all of its patrons while they dine. Lined throughout the walls are these fantastic framed drawings from years of customers lending their skills while slurping and sipping.
What a lovely and friendly gesture. So, me and my Trashy self, decided to contribute. I looked around and realised one very important figure was missing. Mona Lisa.
After I finished, the Manager came up and asked if I would leave it in the restaurant for them to frame. I was very flattered and of course jumped at the chance to put my very own imprint in Fairfield, CONNECTICUT. “What an honour!” I said Thank you!
Welcome to Connecticut Alex! My message to you, I am not that easy to get rid of!