We have four barbecue
pits in the backyard, not including our own. Until yesterday, we also had a
canopy swing and a doghouse back there (Fun trivia: the Schotts don’t have a
dog.) We’ve also spotted two rats in the garage, crawling around the ping-pong
tables that aren’t ours. I’ve spotted another salamander, too, but that’s not
related to the other things I’ve mentioned.
Frequent blog-readers
may have figured out the reason for this by now. (For those of you who haven’t,
read my blog more.) These items – found in other people’s trash – are part of
my brothers’ collection of items to be sold on Craigslist.
Sitting in the
kitchen yesterday, I saw a dog running around the backyard. I then saw Tyler
and some strange man talking near the doghouse. Being the salesman that he is,
Tyler struck a deal, and the strange man walked away with the doghouse and the
canopy swing. (Tyler was later scolded for allowing a strange man from
Craigslist to come to our house.)
My
parents are currently in California. My mom had a lawyers’ conference to
attend, and my dad’s never been to San Francisco, so he tagged along. While Mom
is attending lectures, I imagine Dad is a lone but happy tourist, riding the
trolley and asking strangers to take his picture.
Mom
asked my grandma and aunt to come stay at our house. (Mom, I forgot to tell you
– I’m 22. And the boys are 17.) Nevertheless, we’re behaving very well for
Grandma and Sandy and having a grand old time. Last night, we went out to eat,
and Grandma and Sandy asked me the same questions every few minutes. “Do they
always fight so much?” “Are they always so loud?” Yes and yes. Just ignore the
stares from the other tables. You’ll get used to it. Or you’ll sit through
dinner making a constant “shhh” noise, only pausing to breathe and take bites of
your food.
After
dinner, we played Scrabble. I WON. Heard that, Mom? I’m still the champion.
Now,
Grandma’s cooking dinner, and I’m browsing the Scrabble dictionary. (Kidding. I
don’t do that … anymore.)
No comments:
Post a Comment