Sunday, November 21, 2010

Hookers in the Hood

Today is probably the last day I will be able to use my porch for another year. For a beautiful Sunday afternoon, there isn't a whole going on...

Krista came out to talk about the car in the neighborhood that looks just like mine. I have seen it too. Copy cat! David came out to yell at her about the price of turkey. Apparently she paid too much. Funny thing is she bought it with the for the church with the money the church gave here so it doesn't really make a difference to him. She is really good at pretending he doesn't exist. She didn't even turn around - just kept talking. He went in and we continued our conversation. I put the last of the bird feed in the feeder and marveled at the disgusting soupy mess the pumpkin had become since the squirrels hallowed out all the edible parts. There is also a spaghetti squash out there which is completely in tact except for the small bite some squirrel took to taste it. Note to self -- woodland creatures do not like spaghetti squash. Hopefully both will rot happily over the winter. I found one year from my laziness that a pumpkin left out all winter makes for very fertile soil the next spring.

The only bit of excitement on the porch this afternoon has been the boys going to get their lunch (someone who actually cooks less than I do) and the lonely hooker who was wandering around the neighborhood. Yes I am just assuming she is a hooker. I have no real proof. I didn't ask her or see her proposition anyone. I am basing this theory on a few different things. 1. She looked like a Toledo hooker. Toledo hookers are not attractive women. They are usually pudgy, average looking, poorly dressed women. Today's hooker was wearing stretchy pants that were a bit too small and few inches too short, a sloppy top which fell off one shoulder making her look like a Pat Benatar wannabe, and no bra. 2. I know most of the people who wander my hood. I have not seen this woman before. She walked from Berdan to Balkan and wandered about halfway down before turning around and going back the way she came. 3. She seemed to be walking the space in front of Dave's old house. Dave got evicted in September. He hadn't paid his rent in a year (or so we were told). Dave claimed to have ben an orchestra conductor, psychologist, IT professional, and several other highly respectable occupations in the ten years I have lived here. It took them several days and several U Hauls to get his shit out and I am guessing there is a whole lot of it left in there because he was a huge hoarder. I know for a fact several of the items he took out of my dumpster never came out of there. Dave also has been known to have had a hooker or two in there. One actually seemed to live there for a while. 4. She was carrying a hairdryer. Who carries a hairdryer around? I am assuming in this poor economy, that payment is payment.

Since the hooker left, the only activity has been a lost old lady who stopped her car in the road blocking traffic and a squirrel who is presently tormenting Harley. Maybe he will eat the spaghetti squash.