It’s still only (just) Thursday, but once again, the crazy has invaded my world. (Because, you know, my world is not crazy enough with me in it? If you doubt me, see my previous post.)
Football season has started. I don’t mind A football game. I lose patience with multiple TV’s (2 in our case) playing different games and 1-2 of those TV’s are re-playing games from the 70’s and 80’s. (Mike swears it’s the equivalent to me re-watching Little House on the Prairie, but he’s wrong.) I’m sure all the football announcers are nice in person, but WHY are they allowed to talk? Why do they get paid to talk? They’re not the most articulate group of people. Add their voices to Mike and the boys – ummm, no thanks.
But, I’m outnumbered here. I tend to gravitate to the porch or to the garage (if I have laundry) to listen to my audiobook and knit my ugly scarves. Last night, I was knitting an ugly scarf and listening to a weird book that I still have not decided if I like or not and doing tons of laundry (Scout has become *ahem* leaky since starting the prednisone – so glad we do not have carpet anywhere in the house. But, I’m going through towels like crazy . . .AND the prednisone is working – Scout is no longer trying to gnaw off her tail or legs, so yay!)
It was about 8:30 pm. I was coated in bug spray, laundry rolling, curled up in my favorite outside chair and knitting like the yarn-spaz I am. (Honestly, it was 90 degrees at 8:30 and I’m knitting a scarf?????) Scout and Cally usually follow me so they were at my feet, enjoying the story as it unfolded. Suddenly, they were both up barking and wagging their tails furiously. (Yes, it does make me feel safe.)
A family of five – mom, dad, girl, boy and dog – were taking a walk through the neighborhood. I’ve never seen them before, but they were friendly as I explained that our dogs were okay and the electric fence would keep them in our yard. I like to think of it as my “Move along, ‘friends,'” speech. However, I was thwarted by the little boy who asked about the fence and I explained to him how it was underground and that the dogs’ collars gave them a warning beep and that they were not hurt by the fence. I also explained how it was mean to tease them from the other side of the fence.
The mom (who reminds me of someone well-known, but I cannot for my life figure out who) asked if she could step inside the “fence” to pet Scout as Scout reminded her of a dog she had when she was growing up. I said sure and called Scout and asked Scout to sit. Scout is amenable to attention. Honestly, this took only 30 seconds. I turned around to tell the mom that Scout was there and the mom was gone. Oh wait. No she wasn’t. She was splayed across my driveway semi-shouting at me “I know how to do this.”
“Do what?” Was the first thought that passed through my mind. “Why is this woman sprawled in my filthy driveway?” was my next thought. Scout was looking at me, mirroring my thoughts. Scout does not suffer fools. Cally, noting the woman in our driveway (mind you, the rest of her family had continued walking) and ran over and started licking her face. Scout wandered over, you know, like an older sibling does when his little brother finds his “FAVORITE” Happy Meal toy that he hasn’t played with in five years????
Meanwhile . . . this woman is still flopped in my driveway, talking to my dogs. Honestly, I was just out to do some laundry and knit and avoid football. I like knowing my neighbors and I don’t want anyone to be afraid of our dogs, but this seemed above and beyond!!!! WhyTheFace??? In my head this all went on for at least twenty minutes, but it was probably more like 5 minutes – my dogs are smart, but they don’t have HUGE attention spans, even for strange women rolling around our driveway.
Finally, the woman’s husband and kids rounded back and told her they were going home. She hopped up. She thanked me for allowing my dogs to bless her evening. I’m an idiot, I said, “Sure, anytime.” Really, I said that. I’m glad she left happy, but really???? This woman had a perfectly lovely dog that was part of her own family. But, no, I said “Sure, anytime.” Do they all have to come to me? How do they find me?
As soon as the family left, Tim, Ian and Andy were outside asking me about them. I just stared at them. “You saw all of that and left me out here on my own?” They were laughing too hard to respond. Finally, Tim said, “They come for you, Mom, not us.” Gah. I’m afraid to do laundry now.
So there, go on with your day appreciating the normal. 😉