Vad? Me? Vad-me? Me the vad?! Dude
I’ve no idea if my neighbours will vote for me to be the vad and until 10 minutes ago I never considered being a vad, much less THE vad. I can never say that at least some of my neighbours don’t appreciate me.
So I was out trimming on the verge, taking a break from grading the absolute mountain of papers I brought home with me last night. My next door neighbour and the neighbour from across the hall came up to me. “We’d like you to be the Vad,” they told me. Come again? “We’ve been talking to some of the other neighbours and we agree that you would be a great vad. You love things that grow and are making the yard pretty. Everyone has noticed that you are doing most of the things the Vad should be doing. You put the trash cans back and if you don’t, he lets them sit all day on the walk. You clean the yard of trash. He is proposing that we pave the yard to have parking so he doesn’t have to water. You are watering most of the plants anyway and what you water lives, what he waters dies. If you are voted to be the Vad, will you accept?”
Eh yeah, sure, but I really like our current Vad. He is a really nice person and has beautiful children. But eh, the Vad makes 9000 plus sheks a year to be the Vad…yeah, if there is consensus, I’ll be the Vad. Holy Guacamole, Batman.
Earlier today I went out and fed the outside cats, took some garden pics, harvested a bunch of stuff and put extras out for any neighbour that wanted them. Pics tomorrow.