The Adventure Continues

We are in! Devin was officially sleeping at the house a couple weeks ago. Maren & I will be occupants a week tomorrow. A LOT still needs to be unpacked, but at least we are there right? We were so excited to move to a quite little cul-de-sac, away from busy Foothill Drive, until I got a knock on my door from my neighbor at the top of the street. This is what I know about Dave. Dave is a retired fireman, who has a bit of time on his hands. He is a wood carver, & head of the neighborhood watch program. Maren loves his gigantic carved bear that was unveiled from it's winter plastic wrap a few weeks ago, & his giant gnome nestled up against his house. He invited us to come over to look at the rest of his creations in his backyard. I will do it soon, & post pictures.

Back to the story. Dave raps at my door, "We have out first spotter of the year" pointing to the beat up Honda across the street. Spotters are cars who sit, usually with someone it, watching the neighborhood houses, & then your house is robbed. Dave then tells me that he knows from the neighbors in the circle over, that this car used to park outside of a house that they believe is selling drugs, but is now parking in our circle. This is where it starts to get good. He said to watch for the kids to come back, walk out, get as close to them as you can, then snap a picture! "We need a good profile picture." This was key moment to share that I had been assaulted, & not setting foot near anyone who could be under the influence. But I didn't tell him. We talked for a minute longer, then he went back to his fantasey land.

A few minutes later Zephyr is barking, & out my window, I see a young Asian boy sitting behind his car, then see Dave walk up inches in front of him, snap a picture & walk away. Still watching, the kid sees me, my sister, & Maren watching him; so he flips us off as he is driving down the circle. Then Dave is back, practically poking his head in the kids window. I was waiting for a gun shot, or at least a punch. But the kid drove off.

My sister told me that from her angle, she could see the kid, stuffing what looked like plastic bags in & out of a bottle, then tapped it under his car. I stepped outside to find out what he hell Dave said to him! He told the kid that he knew his car had been frequenting the house in the circle over, & that any unusual car in our neighborhood is going to be photographed and reported since the string of break ins last year. I told him about the the hand gesture, & the bottle. The kid told him he was taping his muffler.

Well, I am not bold enough to get up close an personal enough to snap pictures, but I will pick up duct tape, & a fresh cigarette butt as evidence & give it to Dave. He was a little overzealous about this.

We all know my dog is a worthless wimp of an attack dog, but he does have a ferocious bark, & is really big. This makes me feel a little better.