Today I Called 911

So we bought another property on our block... the real estate ad might of read something like "cozy turn of the century victorian-style home with modern updates and pleasant back yard with spectacular views of the river valley". Just as likely could have read "drug haven and home of dangerous criminals, pens for killer dogs with established rat infestation and enough garbage to fill a 40-yard". Such as life in Brownsville and, oddly enough, the reason we purchased the property.

More specifcally, it's a defensive move to clean-up the neighborhood but also an offensive move as we are convinced God has a plan.

Today's event was interesting enough. I went to the property to mend a fence and found that the back door was damaged and the front door was open. There is absolutely nothing in the house to take. Someone was likely looking for a place to crash or get high. The folks who were living there (renting) were quite unsavory so I called the police to clear the house. The officer pulled his Taser gun with laser sites; I was backup. Only a window was broken and the house was clear.

I finished putting the fence together, cleaned the backyard, found a major break in the waterline, likely got poison ivy and just got home before the storms. But all is well.