Saturday, May 13, 2006

The fort must go...

We got a call from the ombudsman on Friday asking us to give him a call back.

Without a hint of what was wrong we were suspecting someone did not like Buster barking at cats during the night. Since Buster is out all day long and usually alert when walkers stroll along the sidewalk, he becomes a target from time to time, whether he makes any noise or not.

Well... it could have also been that our grass was too long. I've been working a lot and keeping up with the kids activities and the lawn is growing fast. So, after Carmen's volleyball tournament in Louisville today, I headed immediately to the lawn mover despite the light rain.

Or... it could be that the fort is a violation of the neighborhood code.

Jackie called the omsbudsman while I was mowing and he asked if she had a fort in her backyard. Her response, "Well, sortof" eluded to the fact that it was made of material that had been thrown out in the neighborhood over the last four years, then collected by Adam and stapled, glued, nailed, duct taped, tied or wrapped to the fort.

Jackie took this picture of Adam on his way back from destroying the fort with a rubber mallet and Chuck Norris roundhouse kicks on wet grass. It was entertaining for me to watch this while I was mowing the yard in the rain.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

In more rural western Ky, also referred to as "God's country", we don't have an ombudsman.

If we did, would he call about.....

a. Our unauthorized lemonade stand(cute kids can sell enough to fund a Roth IRA)

b. The kids converting a wind-damaged, downed tree into a jungle gym. They had a fit if I tried to cut it up!

c. My oldest son's use of the garage door (now with broken glass windows) as a baseball target and backstop.

or
d. my youngest son's sudden complete disdain for "indoor plumbing" (Kevin can provide a word-picture here if needed)

I think Jackie should have told the ombudsman, "listen om-bud, that is our family's place of worship and occasional outhouse", of course inviting him and all other slightly uptight neighbors to make use of either function whenever their "higher power" or bladder calls.

EB