Walkin' out

This is my house. Well, my half of the house. My front door is around the right side, through a really disreputable gate, past a flower bed that's seen better days. The Christmas lights are still in that tree and around the windows, which are between living room and dining area inside the house. There's a dog leash wrapped around the base of the tree for hooking up Jager while anybody is working out front. he will jump the fence if you are in earshot but he can't see you. I think he's actually digging a tunnel in that aforementioned flower bed. So to get out of my neighborhood, I go across the lawn and turn right into the first field. Well, I did until like yesterday when the people who own the other half of the house put up a rustic rail fence with plastic screen nailed to it. I think they're trying to keep people from walking across the lawn. It would have been funny last winter if they had been here then, because when husby parked behind me in the driveway, I would scoot out across the lawn, between the tree and the house was just enough room for my little VW to get by. Bet they would have just loved that.
They have called the cops on us around 4 times already, once for the bonfire in the back yard when we burned the old fence, again after the cop who they sent sat by the fire with us for a while and didn't make us put it out. (this happens at least once a year. we have an above the ground firepit which is totally legal in our development. it's just that they see kids and assume we're going to burn down the neighborhood) Once when they saw Jager pulling a kid on a skateboard for about 9 feet in the street, the animal control guy came out to see if we were abusing our (gasp) ENORMOUS pit bull. And at least one other time because they saw me "dragging" said dog by his huge spiked collar. I had gone to the mailbox, he jumped the fence, and I was guiding him gently, no really , I was, back into the yard. Chris, the animal control guy said that she said I was holding him up in the air by his collar. he weighs 65 pounds.

This is the first field. You're looking at a court here, I veer right into that court and then up into the next field. For a big development with a lot of courts and streets with similar names, there are a lot of open field spaces that aren't part of anybody's property. They are full of trash and junk, and this one is full of dog shit. There's a sign, you know, about picking up said dog shit, but you know, there are so many Canadian geese, and their shit is the size of small dog shit, I think it's pointless. Seeing that sign just means watch where you walk.

Our development is called Birches West. No birches. might be west of something or other. All of the names of streets and so forth are astronomy terms. I don't get what sense that makes, but I like the street names. Regulus, Altair, Fomalhaut, Cirius, Ursina, Procyon. it does mean that you always have to spell your address.