Very lazy Saturday....quite under the weather. I think it is a bit of a bug that Richard had and passed along to me, and a bit of my Crohn's. All in all, I'm just pretty much semi-comatose. Add to that some opium for my Crohns, and I'm toast.

It's a beautiful day out too. We decided to stay in Smyrna for the weekend, instead of heading to Salisbury. We've been there the past three weekends in a row, and since we moved the realtor open house to July, we have some time to get everything done, which was a huge weight off our shoulders.

Our nest of four baby robins is empty; the babies have all survived and flown away! They were just so cute, the way they'd just stare back at you when I'd come up to see them several times a day. Figures, the one nest I could reach from the ground was the one where no birdies needed rescuing from :)

I love spring, and I hate it at the same time, as it can just be so so cruel. Seeing anything suffer just absolutely haunts me, especially something small and innocent. Small children and helpless animals.

Getting Arrested In Front Of Your Kids

Today, after dinner I looked out my side window, and noticed two Smyrna police cars stopped in the middle of our street. Next to the two cars were two officers, and a young family I see walking their dogs frequently. They are a young couple, with a boy about five or six, a toddler in a stroller, and two pit bulls. The reason I always notice them is that they are kind of stereotypical white trashy....maybe that's the reason. Maybe it's because it reminds me of my former life, life before Richard. I imagine that was what I looked like walking down the street, cigarette never out of my hand, walking around when I should be working, with a man walking around when he should be working, with two innocent children in tow. Today I watched out the window, as the police officers tried to spare the kids, and sent the woman, the dogs and the children around the corner, so as to not subject the children to watching their father get arrested. The guy cooperated, got searched, handcuffed and put into the back of the patrol car. For the next 30 minutes, I just got madder and madder and madder about the whole thing; parents doing stuff to get arrested in front of their kids. Kids growing up watching their parents getting arrested. Now, I don't know what this guys did. He might have had too many traffic tickets. He probably wasn't a mass murderer. But it just bothered me immensely, thinking about that little boy, walking away, looking back at his dad, knowing what was going to happen. Teach your children well. This isn't preaching. This is coming from hindsight.