It rained, and rained, and rained. When Terry got home from work, we spent a couple of hours mopping up the flooding basement. We seem to have a huge problem under the front porch. The water leaks in from the ceiling, the floor, and seeps right through the cement block walls. I'm not sure yet what we're going to do about that, but we have to put off finishing the basement floors until it dries up. Anyway, it's our first Halloween in our new house, so we forgot about the watery basement and went out to the porch.
We sat out on the porch with our buckets of candy and thoroughly enjoyed all of the adorable children (and a few questionable ones). We felt really good about the neighborhood and all of the people who came by, and when the candy ran out, we locked up and went inside.
Terry and I went upstairs, to our bedroom, to fold and put away laundry, and a couple of minutes into it, BAM! Something hit our bedroom window. We were confused by the noise, and went to look out the window. Someone had thrown an egg, and had pretty good aim, I might add.
I cannot believe they hurled an egg, that far, and hit our second story window dead on. We went outside and people were everywhere, but no one saw anything, but one woman said a group of kids were running down the street.
Geez, this neighborhood is maddening. We want to like it, but it keeps fighting back (just like the house). A few months into living here, and we have had our car broken into, dirt thrown all over our porch, a kid actually peed on my front lawn (while I watched him out the picture window), and now, an egg thrown at the house (during the height of busy trick-or-treating).
Well, Terry tried to hose the egg off the window, but of course, it's like glue, so tomorrow we will be hanging out the second story window, trying to clean off the goo. Then back down to the basement to figure out our Titanic mess.
Right now, I just feel tired and hateful toward teenagers. Boo.
