The Wagon.

The other day as I was walking Buddy outside the front of our house I saw what looked like our old wagon ( exactly like the one pictured here) that the kids had when they were little and we have in our backyard on the next-door neighbour's front lawn and I thought, hey! Those f*ckers stole our wagon! ( my natural response because people around here steal everything, even clothes hanging off clotheslines, which we never do anyway as I think hanging laundry outside is so ghetto and tacky) and I was planning on going over there and just taking it back but I couldn't at the time as I had Buddy's leash in one hand and a poop baggie in teh other so I was intending on going back..... then I saw my hubby and told him what happened, all furious and stuff and then he burst out laughing and told me that he gave it to them; they didn't steal it, afterall.... and there I was about to go over there and take it back, like some sort of Indian Giver! (I was right though, it was ours, and not just one that looked like it; I knew I recognized it).

 I was upset though because I still use it; I use it to move my heavy gardening stuff such as jumbo bags of heavy potting soil, garden gnomes, etc. so help take the strain off my bad back so I don't have to lift and carry.He thought we didn't need it anymore now the kids are older but I  still use it and of course he never thought to ask me about it before giving it away, just like he never does for anything; he always does this sort of thing; makes decisions like giving things away, for example, without consulting me, asking me, or even mentioning anything to me, he just decides all on his own without even thinking how it might effect or impact me, or if it might be something I still need or use. He just doesn't give a shit and in this family I have no "voice", no say. So now every day I glance over and can see it in the neighbour's yard and I look at it longingly, missing it, feeling sad as well as it also represents the kids' lost childhood, now over, the end of an era I miss and will never get back.

As well, Buddy's Shih Tzu friend Paddington across the street died. He was 12. It's also been soooo hot lately I've been swimming pretty much every day and I'm the only one who's even been in the pool so far and the other day as I was swimming these squirrels were loudly mating on our fence too and it was very distracting! These are the kind of hot, hazy, lazy days of summer where I have a swim in the morning to cool off after my suntan and then have an afternoon nap.