It's a weekend with children. Garage Sale Week 5, tomorrow: Okotoks.
SO the boy arrives, he's not nearly as delighted with the spider as I thought he oughtta be. He refused to enter the bedroom until I moved it into the office, and then called his mother to report that the room was "clear".
And we talk about the stabbing and the neighbors, I get some bags and gloves and we pick up the rubbish in the yard. Might as well make use of the dumpster while it's here. There's the row of cigarette butts leading to their door, bags of refuse left behind by cowboy contractors in the alley, refuse refused by even the trashmen, there are diapers, broken bottles, slurpee cups, beer cans. It takes us an hour but when we're done it's a different yard. A yard that needs mowing, but there's the issue of the dumpster.
Meanwhile Papa Stabby has shown up, he's all right, apparently it was a family dispute, younger brother took issue with older brother after a night of drinking and took a knife to him. Older Brother's fine, he'll be in the hospital for about a month and lose some of his intestines but otherwise he'll be fine. The younger brother, well, he had some warrents out and so Papa Stabby guesses he'll get a year or two in jail. He was worried he was going to be arrested as well.....
It's a family thing.
It's a lesson in how not to live for the boy. He's paying attention. And Papa Stabby has gotten a new truck, no drivers license but somehow that's not an issue, should save them about $150.00 a day in cab fare, and the babies are crawling around the back yard so he takes his girlfriend for a spin and they're off.....