Little Blessings Everywhere

it just feels like when you live in Winkler that nothing is ever really yours. Sure it may belong to you, but apparently baby jesus wants us to share everything with random strangers even if they are annoying little fucks that will destroy it. Case in point: living in my neighborhood. Behind us there is a row of trailers. These trailers each have a backyard of about 2 feet. So what is a parent to do? Send them to play on our big yard of course! Each 2 bedroom trailer houses right around 12 children, give or take. So these swarms of children like to get into all sorts of shit on our yard. They up rooted trees we planted, tried to shoot Martini with plastic arrows, threw rocks at our house at 7am on a Saturday, Put a tire swing in our tree (which we promptly cut down), raided my garden, set up their lawn chairs around our backyard as though it is theirs, invited their own flea-bitten dogs to run on our yard causing Martini to wind up with fleas, taunted the other neighbor dog (the one that could bite their heads clean off in one bite), and when greg and I are working on the yard they go back to their trailer and just stare. One would assume that yelling at them to go back to their trailers would do, but not one of them speak English. So now I have taken to just random yelling if they are even a hair on our property without our approval. Yelling while waving garden tools is a bridge across the language barrier, right? Little Winklerites: I am truly sorry that your parents did not financially plan your arrival better. Your yard does suck. It really does. But that is not our fucking problem. Not even a little bit. I can't wait until the fence goes up...maybe next summer!