By The Wiz
“There’s no place like home.”
Man, that was a long 2+ weeks. I am so glad to be home, it’s unbelievable. Like, you wouldn’t believe it. Just unbelievable. (Sorry, inside joke. One pool salesman just kept saying that to us over and over. He really needed a thesauraus, or at least ONE synonym for “unbelievable”.)
I came home to a completely different yard. There’s a huge hole, along with a looooot of dirt. Yes, the pool construction has begun. And I have decided that it is not really necessary to put in a pool. The kids will be just as happy, if not more so, with that current dirt pile. Of course, it might make resale a bit difficult - not that we’re moving, ever.
I also came home to a letter from border patrol telling me they’ve seized my car for transporting illegal immigrants, and if I want it back, I have to pay the value of the property which they estimate around $1275. Of course, it was the car I traded 2 months ago for $300. I don’t know how it’s possibly worth 4 times that now, but hey, I guess customs and border patrol can name whatever value they want.
It’s also possible that when we traded it to the dealer, they decided to give it some hubcaps, (it had none) paint the body so the front half of the car had color, and fix it so it would start, play music, not to mention track mileage and gauge how much fuel it had left. It did none of those things when we got rid of it. (Seriously, we would just put gas in it once a week and hope we didn’t run out. When it wouldn’t start, we finally declared it dead.)
It was a good car, lasting me 15 years, and apparently, it still had some life in it. It doesn’t deserve to be seized. I wonder what will happen to it. Will someone else claim it after I declare it no longer mine? Will it go to auction? Will it finally be able to rest in the big junk pile in the sky? Is it embarrassed that its final act was an illegal one?
Also, the house is a wreck, there’s much laundry to be done, and the dog peed on all the new drapes. Unbelievable. I couldn’t be happier. I’m home.
Home sweet home. Good luck with the pool digging!
Comment #1 by AmbrosiaNovember 9th, 2009 at 2:51 pmHa! That should be fun telling the Border Patrol that some coyote bought that poor reincarnated vehicle off you.
Comment #2 by mormonhermitmomNovember 9th, 2009 at 3:04 pmhehehe, in another life time our minivan was sold (like three times over) and eventually ended up in a drug bust down in east LA…and yup, because we had once held the title we were “involved”. Seriously, who uses a minivan to haul drugs? (there’s a quick get away - 0 to 60 in 4.5 minutes)
Anywho, home is always a better alternative. Congrats on the pool, condolences on the pee.
Comment #3 by s'meeNovember 9th, 2009 at 3:10 pmGlad you are safe and sound at home… Still wish I coulda made it.
Comment #4 by Tracy MNovember 9th, 2009 at 4:15 pmMy kids wanted to know if they could come over & play in your dirt pile. Even the 12 yr old wants to know if he can bring his really cool, remote control, monster truck.
Welcome home! Dirty house, dog pee & all.
Comment #5 by Sues2u2November 9th, 2009 at 4:16 pmDog pee on the carpet I have dealt with. On the curtains though? That takes talent.
Looks like your dirt pile is as popular as the boxes Christmas gifts come in!
Comment #6 by LisaCNovember 9th, 2009 at 4:47 pmOn curtains takes no talent if you have a boy dog who lifts his leg. It would be talent if it were a girl, though. Impressive.
On another note, a bobcat just walked through our yard. Cool? Freaky? I’m going with…both.
Comment #7 by The WizNovember 9th, 2009 at 5:18 pmWhen we had our pool built, my kids spent many hours with their noses pressed to the sliding glass door watching the work being done. The best was my father, 3,000 miles away, who asked me to take daily pictures and email them to him so he could enjoy it too. I guess some “boy things” never die, even when the boy in question is pushing 70.
Comment #8 by angie fNovember 9th, 2009 at 9:27 pmAs much fun as the dirt and large machinery were for all the Y chromosome holders in the family, the finished pool IS more fun, and tracks considerably less dirt into the house. Congratulations.
That’s some pile of dirt. We still have quite a bit hanging around in our yard if you ever need more. Desert dirt is the best.
Comment #9 by Terresa WellbornNovember 9th, 2009 at 9:48 pmWhen my family moved into our house there was a big pile of dirt outside. My brothers spent hours playing in it, and one even got my dads jeep stuck in it, then got the truck stuck in it trying to get the jeep out, and in the end the neighbor had to pull out both vehicles. This created a large hole, and when it would rain my brothers would spend hours riding their bikes through the mud. Good times.
Comment #10 by m2thehNovember 10th, 2009 at 9:49 am