December 2, 2013
The snow shouldn’t scare me
like it does. I worry most about the other drivers on the roads, who panic behind
the wheel at the first sign of flakes. The Smith bridge appears like sheer ice in
the cold of the night and the cars creep along as though there is chance of a break
in the ice and we could all fall through to our death. Even the sturdy SUV’s inch
forward at an agonizingly slow pace. The dog races out in the new flurries, careening
along the wet grass, bathing in the fluff. Acts like a puppy again, barreling around
the yard like a boy let out of school early.
The police are calling an emergency
meeting for the neighborhood to talk about the recent crime activity in our area.
They are asking for us to reply to an email address with our contact information
to know all of the attendees. Taelor and I heard three shots as we walked the neighborhood
one night this weekend. It didn’t sound like a gun but I phoned in the incident.
The clerk suggested someone was already investigating the matter. I didn’t hear
anything of it on the NextDoor Block Club messages. Feels like Mayberry since the
cold came-on, the parks and streets are vacant of the usual suspects. I will attend
the meeting and give you an update as I have more information on the situation.
Doesn’t hurt to be informed.
Heading out to put my Maple
Syrup sign in the front yard. Need to get it out there before the ground
freezes. Counting on the neighbors having a sweet tooth.
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