The Mama Spot

Post Script to Victim Binge #2 & Comments on Your Comments

Please forgive the brief absence...so much going on in this Mama's world.  But, that's tomorrow's post.

Today's post is long overdue, but I needed to let you cool down from Victim Binge #2 before I did the post script.  Y'all scared me!  So, as is the tradition, in this post script, I need to confess that I realize that I'm not actually a victim after all.  I must preface everything by stating that I really don't know my own strength and that to the best of my ability I only use my powers for good, not evil.

So, you can imagine my shock when I saw how seriously most of my Mama Spot regulars took that whole leaf thing.  My attempt at humor ended up inciting a comment storm matched only by the Imbelieveable post!  Um...my bad.  The fact that the leaves were gone three days later (and didn't return) was pretty amazing, too.  You apparently put the fear in that little old lady in Unit 162, and she must have alerted The Association that I had crew that would handle the situation if they didn't.

But, the truth is, I don't think I'm a target.  Um...I was playing about that part.  Although the mystery remains unsolved, I did spend a little extra time studying the trajectory of the leaves as they were falling from the trees at the other end of the drive behind my unit.  Turns out that it really may be some strange wind thingy, and the fact that my driveway dips lower than the two in front of me seems to have something to do with why the leaves end up messing with me.

I am going to start going to the meetings, though.

On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to let you all know that from now on, I'm going to do all my responding to your comments in the comments section.  In the past, I've sent individual emails, but in the interest of tricking encouraging you to come back and check comments and in the interest of my own convenience efficiency, you'll find my responses to your comments right where you left them.

So, until tomorrow...

Victim Binge #2: Leaf Me Alone!

OK.  Victim Binge numero dos.  This one is an unsolved mystery that has been perplexing me since I moved into my humble abode...six years ago.  I had a brilliant idea last week to call on my Mama Spot family to help me figure this mess out, because it is so annoying...and I think I might be a target.

A target?  Yes.  A target.  Now, the offense that I suspect doesn't compare to what Denene over at MyBrownBaby wrote about last month after the election (Read it, and shake your head!), but you can't tell me that I'm not a victim here!  

See, i live in a quiet little townhouse community where most residents follow the rules of The Association down to the letter.  I, however, am a little challenged in this department and have a tendency to let my garbage cans linger outside the garage all the way into recycling day.  I sometimes forget to give my proxy sheet to my neighbor when I forget all about the annual meeting to vote on things I should probably care about but don't...like whether we use The Association fees to get a flat screen for the clubhouse.  Orneriness and contrariness abound during these things, and, hell, I get enough of that from my six-year-old.  Anyway, you see how I might have made some enemies during my time here.  So, we have motive.

Now, the crime.  As the picture below illustrates, my unit appears to be the only one on the entire strip with leaves behind it!  You see where I'm going with this.  One of the benefits of The Association is the landscaping service.  On a regular basis, a team of men equipped with all kinds of yard-related contraptions visit our community to trim hedges, cut grass, and, yes, blow the leaves away from the garages.  And, every time, they blow mine, too.

So, tell me, how is it that just days later, my unit is the only one with a pile of leaves behind it?  I promise it happens every time.  And, the thing is, there's no tree near my place.  You can't tell me that the wind blows the exact same direction at the exact same speed every damn time they blow those leaves.  While that would explain it, you can't convince me that it is meteorologically possible.

I'm going start doing some periodic check-ins on this one.  I want you to see what I see.  I need for someone to confirm that I'm not crazy and that The Association is out to get me...or that all my neighbors (i.e., ALL my neighbors) secretly meet outside with their leaf blowers to clear their driveways when I'm picking my son up from school.  Help!

You do see how I'm a victim, right?