An Uncapped Pen

February 23, 2009

It started with an electric mower ….

Filed under: About Me — cindylv @ 7:15 am
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Saturday morning, my husband used my truck to help our friend Hans move some things from his son’s house around the corner from our house to his own house, a few miles away.    I thought they’d jump in the truck, get busy and stay gone for a few hours, then come home dirty, tired and ready for a beer.

I’m naive. 

After 30 minutes, they were back at our house wanting lunch.  I went out for sandwiches.  When I returned, I saw an electric mower on the side of our house.  I pretended I didn’t see it, but I was a little curious. 

After lunch, they disappeared around the corner again.  I went grocery shopping.  When I returned home an hour later, I saw a pile of , well, at this point, let’s just call if “stuff”, underneath a green tarp in our side yard.  Again, I pretended.  I unloaded the groceries from the car, and tripped over a box of “stuff” in the garage.  This box did not wish to remain ignored, but I was strong.  I pretended (and carried groceries in through the front door, avoiding the garage.  Therefore, I didn’t see  the two tents, a couple of Coleman stoves, a cookstand, two camping showers, four lanterns, a couple of lensatic compasses,  cooking pots, water cans and a bag of utensils). 

I never saw the whizbang catbox with detachable lid, the gardening tools, fourteen bags of steer manure, the six concrete tree rings with scalloped edges,  the can of heirloom seeds, the camping coffee pot and four cups, the propane patio heater, grass seed spreader, or the thermos. 

I never saw the sixteen foot canoe under the tarp in the side yard.  Nope.  Didn’t see it.

Or the five paddles. 

Or the Coleman Boat-Carrier Kit and Coleman Motor Mount (with Brackets!!!!).  

The nine-foot toboggon sled cleverly concealed inside the canoe?  I didn’t see that either.

Oh, the two boxes of books?

 YAHTZEE!

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4 Comments »

  1. So sorry to hear this. Good luck ignoring it all. :-(

    I have a feeling I will soon be following you on this journey. My Dad’s house went up for sale…sigh. In my case, the boxes will have to be shipped. Yikes.

    Comment by angel — February 23, 2009 @ 7:48 pm | Reply

  2. Thanks, Angel. Stay tuned for my post about the boxes and the wheelin’ and dealin’ we did on Sunday.

    Comment by cindylv — February 23, 2009 @ 10:24 pm | Reply

  3. I’m impressed by your forebearance. No screaming, no hideous physical injuries inflicted… oh wait, I’m assuming that because you didn’t write about those things, they didn’t happen. :-)

    Comment by Piglet — March 30, 2009 @ 8:55 pm | Reply

    • I appreciate your confidence. I’m not so much of a screamer as a whiner. Oh, and I’m great with the dirty looks or the sarcastic remarks. But I let it all go. The sneaker trash-picker guys (who make their rounds before Republic Services comes) got lucky on our street!

      Comment by cindylv — March 31, 2009 @ 4:21 am | Reply


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