The Kids Grow Up December 30, 2007
Posted by Michael in Gardening.trackback
They move away. You adjust to life as an empty nester. The house seems quiet, and unnaturally clean.
What’s left behind? I’ll tell you what. A crummy-looking basketball hoop at the end of your driveway that nobody uses. So here’s some advice on how to get rid of that eyesore.
Thanks to Eddiebear, who also shows us how to play air hockey.
Holy cow they were lucky to wind up with just a broken window out of that!
Missing ingredients: shovel, pry bar, brains.
I never cease to be amazed at such remarkable stupidity.
A chain under that kind of tension breaking loose can kill. Enas is right.
Haha!
I must be getting smarter. I could see that coming.
Hey skinbad, how’s your wife doing with the city council thing? She ready to tear her hair out yet?
We still have our rusty old hoop. Mr Kevlar busted out the plexiglass backboard last spring with his massive dunk.
NOT. A thunderstorm did it.
She gets sworn in this week. The outgoing guy turned the city Christmas party over to her and she mostly lived through that. It’s likely she’ll be over city celebrations which is what she wanted least. Oh well. She’s low “man” on the totem pole. She’ll probably also be doing grant writing and a newsletter. The thing that scares her is “beautification.” There are ordinances on no more than two non-running cars on a lot, nothing parked on the city frontage for more than x hours, etc. that they hope to be more consistent on enforcing. We have good friends that are going to have problems with that. She’s hoping she doesn’t make enemies, but is afraid she will.
Well, best wishes and best of luck to her.
Those zoning ordinances are the source of most feuds & arguments with local government, in my experience. Mrs. Skinny is going to have to keep on her toes to avoid getting into the middle of most of these arguments. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no way to serve in that sort of position without pissing some people off, but keeping your eye on the ball will eliminate disagreements with all but the most butt-headed of her constituents. Tell her I said “Good Luck”.
Skinny, at least you are now qualified to help your wife rid the town of all those ugly rusty basketball poles.
You’re welcome.
I spent a few years on the Planning and Zoning Comission for the town. Several ugly to-dos over people trying to stretch the definition of a “home business” to whatever they wanted to do. Thanks for the good wishes.