Show of hands … who has been frantically refreshing my blog in hopes of a new post? 32 people?! Wow! That’s awesome! (Sometimes it’s good to have conversations with oneself; it can be a real boost to the ego.)
Anyway, my sister has been pretty sick and in and out of the hospital. But she seems to be mostly recovered now so you, my fearless readers, can have me back!
Yesterday there occurred an incident which I will tell you about momentarily. However, I first have to tell you about another incident so that you will see that I come by my … quirks … quite honestly.
One day my dad was fishing the bank on the lake by his house. There happened by a boat with an arguing couple on it. My dear ever-vigilant father felt that it was really his duty as a stander-by to find out exactly what they were hollering about. However, the man is hard of hearing. So he inched ever closer to the arguing couple in order to hear the fight better. He got closer and closer and closer until he could hear them perfectly fell in the lake. That’s right. He fell in the lake! [At this point it is quite appropriate to issue forth with a hearty guffaw.]
So, you see, when I hear neighbors screaming and hollering, I just have to go out and watch. It’s in my genes. I can’t help myself. And watch I did. I won’t get into details since I’m not sure who reads my blog regularly, but there were 2 couples. Apparently, the fidelity of 2 of the group was in question. There was much gnashing of teeth and several fists were flying.
I stood at the end of my driveway, 15 feet from the melee and watched respectfully with another one of my friends from down the street. Meat Galore is one who believes in discretion. His exact words were, “If you want to gawk, at least do it from the kitchen window like me so it isn’t so obvious.” My reply? “Well, that’s stupid. We live in a town of 6000 people, they already know that everyone will know within 12 1/2 minutes what happened. They also know that everyone is watching – even if they are hiding. So why bother?” (Besides that, Meat isn’t really as innocent as he’d like you all to believe. He did go over at one point to try to break up the fight.)
The man whose fidelity was in question came over to my house this afternoon to apologize for the fight happening in front of us. I was like, “No big deal. If we hadn’t gone out to watch, then it really wouldn’t have happened in front of us anyway.” He was not amused. But I was and – since this is my blog and all – that’s really all that matters. Right?