Writing for the weekend

Well, like an idiot I decided to write a funny post about the weekend just past - but read the news first.  There are just so many morons I can take sometimes...


Two Delaware teens were arrested in the beating of a mentally disabled man after they showed up to police headquarters to complain about being harassed when their contact information was posted to social media, along with a video of the assault, authorities said Monday.
New Castle County Police arrested the 13- and 14-year-old boys, both of Newark, on Saturday. They were charged with offensive touching, assault of a vulnerable adult, and conspiracy. They were released on bonds of $2,500 after being arraigned.


Yes, that's right.  The idiots beat a man, got videoed doing it by someone who knew "something had to be done."  She posted the video, added their IDs and contact info, and THEY went to the police because SHE harassed them!  But rather than get into a long post of "Why are people like this nowdays?" let me give you the weekend rundown.  Sorry no pictures.. well, wait, here's one...

So we went to the bark park Friday just prior to the great deluge (PS to out of towners- we got a BIG rainstorm Friday night).  Nova was there, and another Dexter (not the Aussie mix, this one looks a lot like Mama Fox but bigger and darker), and a beagle named Fin or Vin, I didn't quite catch, a boxer or two, and a big chocolate dog that looked like a dobie mix that was either Ovie or Opie, something like that.  Anyway, the big attention here was Scrappy continually wanting to hump Fin.  And Nova, the young and budding policeman, breaking it up over and over.  Then assaulting one or the other of the beagles.  Ovie got into it with Dexter and made him yip, and everybody with a tail crowded around to see what happened.  Ovie got took home, and the boxers soon followed.  Then Nova's mom pointed to two approaching puppies.  "They like to hump, too,"  she said.  "This ought to be fun."


Sure enough, here came Brodie and Rocco- two Jack Russell/beagle mixes with the long torsos that suggested Dachshund somewhere in the family tree.  And Scrappy's karma being what it was, he swiftly started getting tag-teamed.  He would sit under the bench by me until one of them made him mad, and get attacked from the flank when he moved.  At one point, he chased one of them clear across the park under the doggie ramp, at which point, as he paused to see what his antagonist was doing, the other got him from behind!  Nova continued to break things up only to then attack either victim or attacker.  It was a great time, but Scrappy came home with a two-day limp.

So Saturday, with the sinus infection that was sneaking up on me all week starting to get closer, we tried to make a go of Grabill Country Fair.  For those of you from out of town, Grabill Days is one of the two must-see fall events (Johnny Appleseed being the other), set in a little crafty town in the middle of Amish territory.  Which reminds me, we saw an Amish (perhaps Mennonite) lady with a weed-eater on the way there.

And an Amish guy with a leaf-blower.

And another with a power mower.  Goat's must have been sick.

So anyway, we get there just as the parade was breaking up.  This meant that we would be parking a loooong way from town, by the side of the road.  As we walked past folding fold up chairs and those still too busy watching the crowd to abandon their parade spots, we discussed the pros and cons of living in Grabill at this time of year.

Pros:
-you don't have to find a parking spot.
-everything's in walking distance.

Cons:
-everythings on your front porch, in your yard, and won't go away.
-you can't get out to leave.

As Laurie began to muse on a comment of mine that they could easily turn "People of Wal-Mart" to "People of Grabill Days", I turned to another tangent and said, "I'd hate to be 9 months pregnant around here."

Laurie, still on the other thing, said, "Yes, you could make people pay to watch..."

Me, lighting up: "Yep!  'Woman having baby, 50 cents!'"

L:  "That's mot what I meant..."

Me:  "Just set her up in the living room, have people file past like a museum!  'Damnit! She's dilated 8 centimeters!  This line's so long, the kid'll be in college before we get in!' "



Unfortunately, we just weren't up for the junk food and mindless milling about, and we left.  Minutes later, a lady who was "just rolling while I looked in the rear view mirror" hit us in the butt.  No damage except to heart rates and underwear.  I kept quiet, not really wanting to hear her explanation of why you would look in the rearview at a stop while rolling.

Sunday, as the sinus infection picked up steam... we watched the ball games.  Saw my Dolphins smash Tom Brady and company, Antonio Brown make his "that'll cost me 25 K" kick, and...

...a little of the Cowboys game.