Ugh, megan, that is too close. Also, officer down is very bad.

Ugh, megan, that is too close.

Yeah, after living in an apt where the kitchen window had a bullet hole, I tend to not want shooting across the way.

On the upside, due to wanting to keep an eye on things, all my farmers' market fruits and veggies for the week are prepped and put away.

Yikes. There were shootings near my house but never right in front of it. I know that nervous "must keep an eye on things" feeling, though. I hope those shot pull through.

I hope those shot pull through.

Given that the medical examiner's van is now parked outside, I'm thinking someone didn't.

I watched a drug-related exchange of gunfire from the front window of my last apartment. I don't miss that place.

Looks like it was a resident that created a disturbance and then brandished a weapon when police arrived: [link]

Most of the residents are elderly, so it's a little surprising to say the least.

If you were eating at my place today, you would have had Kona coffee, home fries, scrambled eggs flavored with crumbled bacon and gorgonzola, and sliced heirloom tomatoes.

Cooking is the only thing I've accomplished today thus far, but it was a tasty victory.

Yeah, there's a gun range down the mountain from us, where city and county law officers train and qualify. There was a class the other day.

There's still less overheard gunfire than where we used to live, between hunters in and out of season, and transitioning neighborhood.

I mean I think four is a great age for the child herself (neutral for the parents). You're big enough that you can do loads of things, but you're little enough that nobody expects much of you. It's a great low-pressure mix of freedom/ability. If I had to be a child, I'd be four, again.

It's definitely a fun age. I think this is about the most quotable kid's age. They're just beginning to put stuff together and their imaginative play is taking off but it hasn't gotten all bracketed with the media they watch.

For myself, I always think of 10 as being the golden age of boys. You're riding your bike all over, there's very little social pecking order going on at school (unlike middle school), summer lasts forever, big summer annual comic books come out, you go to the beach (or shore, river or lake or out on the boat - as we did in Florida).

Homemade ice cream and snow cones. Oh! I went into Barnes and Nobel the other day and they have recreated the original Snoopy Snow Cone maker that was popular back in the sixties. Those are fun. Though we had a Snowman version.

I need to get one of those and make my own fancy pants fruit syrups.

Remember the drive by in my old parking lot? Mar car behind crime tape? Yeah.

I have to say, I'm alarmingly blase about hearing gunshots. Growing up, you'd hear them out in the desert, lotsa people with bb guns illegally hunting. Here, it's people shooting people. And even in this neighborhood, I occasionally hear gunshots from the neighboring areas ( the Greenmount corridor is just rough) followed by the police copter. I don't even go inside. The upside of Baltimore's neighborhood variations?

One of my neighbors went on an eastside ridealong recently. Said it was eye-opening, how patchworky, and dramatically so, this police district is. Doesn't surprise me much.

OK, going to go vacuum out my car. Uhg.

Huh. Didn't post that. Well, car is vacuumed. It filled up the canister, which I've never done before. Then again, it probably hadn't been vacuumed in years. Apparently a bag of catfood exploded in the trunk at some point.