At night, there is a bit of a nip in the air. During the day, still hot and muggy.
But September will soon give way to October, and perhaps we will need to get the blankets out of storage.
(You can barely see the driftwood, which is at the center of this container assemblage.)
The container plants are telling me it's almost time to cut them back. To ready them for winter. I will be repotting the house plants that summered on the patio and bringing them back in.
If you did the same, remember to use fresh soil so critters don't ride into your home in the plant containers.
I haven't told you that the Russian maintenance man has been gone for two months. Every time I asked, they said he'd be back soon. Apparently he injured his back.
But last week a new guy took over.
When I was getting groceries out of my SUV last week, he saw me and came hurrying over to help, seeing me in the boot. I thought this was very kind of him, since they're apparently not supposed to help anyone. (Insurance/liability issues)
I've talked to him a bit. He is raising his grandchildren. He left Mexico years ago. But his daughter, who stayed, was not so lucky. Someone slit her throat and shot her 15 times, which is why he's raising his grandchildren and worrying about school district issues at this point in his life.
Tulsa, from what I've heard, is pretty bad when it comes to decent schools. From what I've been told, everyone who can either moves to the city limits to take advantage of schools in the smaller suburbs, or enrolls their children in Catholic schools, etc.
The new guy said it took him hours to get through the traffic to get to work. I asked him why he didn't move here. And he said the school systems are considered bad and he has to take care of his daughter's children.
Sad, isn't it? That there aren't safe areas for schools to send your children to. A far cry from the days when I was attending school many years ago.
My neighbor told me that the guy who works on his car was blackmailed into handing over a ransom. Someone was holding his father hostage. He paid up and got his father back. Why the authorities weren't mentioned, I don't know. Sometimes I think this is the wild West.
Dangerous times we live in. I now get into my vehicle and lock the doors. Everywhere else I've lived, I never bothered to think of that. I don't know what it is about this city that there is so much crime.
Well, I suppose crime is rampant everywhere. You can't be too safe. Or too vigilant when you're out and about. Put on your seat belt and lock your doors. Don't walk along on your cell phone not paying attention to who is around you. You can't be too safe.
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