Too Long

I've been off the Internet too long. Things like going to Toastmaster's and putting up a new canopy for the horses have taken away coming here to the library to blog. I have some serious enemies and since some of them have access to the very latest in developments with computers and the Internet, I am afraid that if I had a computer hooked up to the Internet, they would back-load child pornography into my computer. Maybe if I bell the cat, I would feel secure enough to get on the Internet from a laptop, but that's down the road at best.
Someone has moved into the lot at the end of the lane. I introduced myself to them last night. I was out in the lane feeding the cat family and got them to stop when they drove by. Their big, red dog was escorting them up the lane. I warned them, "If the people in the trailer up the lane see your dog, they will think it is one of mine and report you to the dogcatchers." The man assured me he was building a big pen for the dog, and I had heard pounding from that direction earlier in the day. I warned them again, "They will call the dogcatcher and even take pictures of dogs, call the dogcatcher, and give them the picture. Then the dogcatcher will go around trying to find the dog in the picture. And it costs a lot to get your dog out of the dogpound too." I heard much more pounding the next day. The new people had an outdoor light put in at the end of the lane. I welcome the additional neighbors in that with them vehicles are going up and down the lane much more frequently. Today, we had a school bus go up and down the lane. The neighbors from hell will be less likely to make up false charges against me because I am not so isolated. Their charges like the past ones that I stopped the truck and stared at them and that I drove as close to their property as possible will be more difficult to make with more neighbors coming and going. It is an irony that I who loved the isolation and the subsequent animals and plant life around me should be relieved to have development.
The new family is situated diagonally across the lane from the homesteaders, Castro and his woman. Castro has his property up for sale, and there had been a realtor's sign at the paved road advertising a house for sale. Maybe the big shed Castro built qualifies as a house in Cuba and other Communist countries, but apparently the people going down the lane to see it didn't think so. The realtor's sign was changed to property for sale. If people get out and walk the property, they should see the poop and toilet paper Castro and his woman are leaving on the adjoining property.
Saturday evening, before dark, I was walking down the lane with a can of dog food for the cats. Castro drove by me in his rickety pickup. He has a cap on the pickup, and in the back window has drawn a white cross with a huge black snake on one side and a huge white snake on the other side. I think I've mentioned I've found dead roosters at his gate. When Castro saw me, he drove by but then stopped and didn't start again until I emptied the dog food into the cats' bowl and started back up the lane. As he drove off, I thought, "Now isn't it nice of him to stop in the lane on my property to watch what I am doing on my property?" He must be a communist since they don't recognize the individual or his property rights. Maybe he's planning to return to Cuba. Does anyone do that willingly?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com