the waves are crashing up on my front lawn. the noise is generally calming but today is just making me antsy. friday ants. the little sister is coming to stay with me for the weekend. the amount of dog hair all over eludes me. my knuckles are red and cracking. i want to have apple trees.
two days ago, the dogs run away. i go outside. i can see two tails poking out of the side of my neighbours house. he has two guys working on some sort of weird doesn't go with the rest of the house frame and the dogs have decided not only that they are the mascots for the entire process, but that they too should be climbing ladders. they sit intently and watch the two of them work, one guy gets down off the ladder, scruffs Cash's head as he walks by, and I stand and watch, and think a little of my Dad who was always one of those guys, hardworking, the type of guy that would put down whatever tool his working man hands are grasping to climb down off a ladder and talk to a dog, and yet neither of them say a word to me.
so then, the dogs run, and the mysterious next door neighbour who i've never ever seen, but who's Escalade windows are ALWAYS open (ummm it's the middle of January? that's weird) is then playing with dogs, looks up at, it's early, i've just gotten up, and says
"Hey. Come here"
And I'm thinking, Jesus he's gonna tell me the dogs have shit on his lawn, or Molly's squeky noises wake him up or something, but nope, he's worried about Molly and the coyotes...and then says,
"I was watching you"
To which I said...
"Ohhhh?"
To which he said...
"No! Not like that. Well...a little bit like that"
And what I want to reflect on is the following:
1. I am 27 years old. What happens to men when they turn 40 that they suddenly look at me and think "Hey, I could hit that?" And this guy's like late 50's. I don't know a guy with that type of confidence in their like 20's or 30's (clearly). It's beyond me and frankly makes them look a little foolish. And I don't suffer fools kindly. Y'know.
2. To his credit, I love Americans. Who else can say "Hey COME HERE" to their neighbour. And this is why a lot of people DON'T like Americans, it's that kinda semantic loudness and frankness that makes people what? offended? Anyway I like it.
3. Why do his workers talk to my dogs but not me?
It's Friday.
These are the best I can do today.
Men are utterly beyond me.
two days ago, the dogs run away. i go outside. i can see two tails poking out of the side of my neighbours house. he has two guys working on some sort of weird doesn't go with the rest of the house frame and the dogs have decided not only that they are the mascots for the entire process, but that they too should be climbing ladders. they sit intently and watch the two of them work, one guy gets down off the ladder, scruffs Cash's head as he walks by, and I stand and watch, and think a little of my Dad who was always one of those guys, hardworking, the type of guy that would put down whatever tool his working man hands are grasping to climb down off a ladder and talk to a dog, and yet neither of them say a word to me.
so then, the dogs run, and the mysterious next door neighbour who i've never ever seen, but who's Escalade windows are ALWAYS open (ummm it's the middle of January? that's weird) is then playing with dogs, looks up at, it's early, i've just gotten up, and says
"Hey. Come here"
And I'm thinking, Jesus he's gonna tell me the dogs have shit on his lawn, or Molly's squeky noises wake him up or something, but nope, he's worried about Molly and the coyotes...and then says,
"I was watching you"
To which I said...
"Ohhhh?"
To which he said...
"No! Not like that. Well...a little bit like that"
And what I want to reflect on is the following:
1. I am 27 years old. What happens to men when they turn 40 that they suddenly look at me and think "Hey, I could hit that?" And this guy's like late 50's. I don't know a guy with that type of confidence in their like 20's or 30's (clearly). It's beyond me and frankly makes them look a little foolish. And I don't suffer fools kindly. Y'know.
2. To his credit, I love Americans. Who else can say "Hey COME HERE" to their neighbour. And this is why a lot of people DON'T like Americans, it's that kinda semantic loudness and frankness that makes people what? offended? Anyway I like it.
3. Why do his workers talk to my dogs but not me?
It's Friday.
These are the best I can do today.
Men are utterly beyond me.
posted by Faint faint faintedink at 11:02 a.m.
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