(photo from Google)
Today has been very quiet Bwaaahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaah.
First I went over to the Real House and cleaned. I cleaned the bathroom sort of. I got the cobwebs, the tub as clean as it gets (it is peeling) and the toilet and sink bleached and disinfected.
I cleaned part of the kitchen-- the counters, the dishwasher, the double sink. I don't have good water pressure in the kitchen so I had to haul water in a bucket from the utility room to rinse it properly.
Anyway that's what I did this morning.
Then this afternoon I am sitting happily (more or less) in the rental house when a biiiiiiig flatbed went past, with tow lights on it. Uh Oh.
This is not a good neighborhood to see a flatbed with tow lights. It went down the street.
There is a program called REPO or something like that. I watched it once. They had huge mutant people driving the tow truck and being very aggressive. The owners of the car being reposessed attacking these huge mutant people with chains and pick-axes and rocks and whatever, and the mutants-- the good guys after all-- instead of picking up a cell phone and calling the police fight back with fists the size of jackhammers etc etc and everybody yells and hollers and threatens and insists the payments were made etc etc. It was a horrible program, in my opinion, and I watch a lot of trash tv, but not this.
So the truck went down the street and stopped. And in a minute I hear it:
shrieks, screams. High pitched and VERY ANGRY voices. Men, women, children, all screaming at once, totally unintelligible at least from 5 houses away.
The street, so far as I could see, seething with people. Tow lights flashing....
No quiet voice of reason anywhere just loud and angry shouting.
Then the first Cop SUV showed up. The noise ramped downward but didn't stop. I could, however, hear the rattle of chains. Voices rose; the second Cop car shows up and silence drops. The truck drives off with a lovingly cared-for, waxed, polished and snazzy red car on the flatbed. One cop follows, the other must have left shortly.
Peace.
Uh not really.
Ten minutes later the voices start up again. Apparently one person thought the other person paid the bill (isn't it always thus?) and the threats were audible. I will not repeat what little I could actually understand. It seemed to involve the death of someone by violent means.
Pretty soon the street was choked with screaming people again. Someone called it in-- no doubt sighing heavily, the police returned asap, this time with their lights on and probably really annoyed.
Two cars. Three--one from the other direction.
Silence.
More silence.
Even more silence.
It has been a very very quiet evening.
