Sunday, July 26, 2009

The son of a bitch is running his chain saw now

Under misguided assumption, the husband and I continue to try to sleep in on Sunday mornings, because someone, somewhere once told us, "Sunday is a day of rest." I think it was God.
Our neighbor with the nice yard, but bags under his eyes, wakes us up every weekend. This morning, to the lovely sound of a chain saw. You have to wonder with the list of things he probably had written down on his "Yard work I want to get done today" list, why is chain sawing on the top of it?
"It's 10 o'clock in the morning, shouldn't he be at church or something?"
You could tell the dog was pissed too, she finally found a comfortable spot after looking for it all night. It was a particularly restless night for all three of us. And we were content to sleep away the bright sunny day. The husbands restless leg syndrome was in full swing last night, the kids were out late and I drank too much ice tea earlier in the evening. Some kind of critter was roaming around the backyard, being the dog of the house, Buckeye has to check out every sound and bark at it, this includes children coming home later than they should. They were totally busted.
The day didn't turn out to be a total loss, the neighbor with the nice yard and bags under his eyes finished his "Yard work I want to get done today" list, is sitting right now in said yard to enjoy it and a thunderstorm is rolling in.
I think it's God's way of saying, "Dude, let thy neighbors rest."

10 comments:

Mike Golch said...

Sometimes I that would happen when the hutcases fire up their firepits and cause my astha to flare up.

David said...

My dog and I love to sit out on the porch during thunder storms. She gets to sit on my lap and vigilantly guard the house from imaginary threats represented by the thunder, well as much as a 10 pound Yorkie can do, and I get to smell that wonderful ozoney smell after the lightning strikes, watch the trees blow in the wind and hear the raindrops pounding on the driveway...and it is totally peaceful since no one is out to bother us.

Chainsaws on weekend mornings? That is justification for God to smite him.

Cheers

erv said...

I'm the guy with the chainsaw on my street, but I wait until noon. 10am and you're still in bed?

ReformingGeek said...

Better 10:00 than 7:00! I'm sure not at all would have been best. It can wait.

We will wait until 9:00 am but no later. It just gets too hot!

I'm sorry you didn't get much sleep. I can send you my cat to amuse your dog. ;-)

Lunatron (aka Jamie) said...

I know it isn't Christmas and the neighbors dogs didn't eat the turkey, and you didn't have to go to the chinese restaurant for lunch, but I think you'd be perfectly justified in shaking a fist at him and yelling "Bumpuses!!!"

Candice said...

Yeah, that sucks, but it could be much worse. People tend to start doing yard work here at the ass crack of dawn, because by 10:00 it would just be way too hot.

You need to invest in a good pair of earplugs, my dear.

Nooter said...

ask to borrow the saw then put it in your next yard sale, hee hee hee!

fracas said...

Hey... Nooter's not supposed to be clever like that... I thought dogs had a reputation for being lovable, but on the dumb side?

That idea sounds like something a cat might plot. Hmmm. Perhaps Nooter is a cat pretending to be a dog online? After all, all those weird pervy people online are out there with their anonymous personas pretending to be hot stuff when they're really probably a cross between the elephant man and pee wee herman, so maybe a cat would pose as a dog?

Aha!

Busted Nooter.

Skye said...

I may not use a chainsaw, but the weedeater is pretty loud as well. 10 am the noise ordinance lifts around here so that's when mowing, weedeating, etc gets started. I know, I probably tick off my neighbors as well, but they deserve it, they let their kids (4 year olds and younger) run around screaming outside till about 1 am. So, I feel no guilt if I wake them with the weedeater at 10.

Sorry that your neighbor keeps waking you up though!

MA Fat Woman said...

You know men and their chainsaws...once they start sawing they can't stop.