I realized something today. I’ve decided not to be the grumpy old man who yells at the neighborhood kids, “get off my lawn!!!”
Ezri went off this afternoon, big time. So I figure the disturbance must be local, rather than across the street. I go out on the porch, look down the driveway, and see a little yellow Corvette parked up near the van. As in VERY little – and electronic. I hear a girl in distress down the street, then realize they’re coming toward me. I ask, “are YOU the one who got a car stuck in my driveway?” Her dad says, “it don’t got reverse…” and picks up the car to turn it around. Then they both get in (on) the car, and drive off, while I smile and wave.
So, no – I’m not going to be the grumpy old man. Besides, if the kids crawl all over the lawn, maybe they’ll stomp it down enough so I can put off mowing for a while. (since I have to mow with a weedwhacker, I tend to put it off as long as I can…) Kids playing in the neighborhood mean families in the neighborhood, and that’s a good thing.
Besides, how often have YOU had a yellow Corvette stuck in your driveway? 😀