It hasn't been a great summer so far. Death of a friend, although not unexpected as he was 98 years old, and bad health news from my dearest friend. A is struggling with depression, she hates it here, hates her life. She does manage to get herself moving for meals and for work, but that is about it. She really needs to take her talks to her therapist toward this. Mom's dementia continues to worsen and I find it very discouraging and tiring to try to keep up.
And then...
My neighbor (the one I've written about before) hits me with the most humorous accusations.
To preface: Her husband, a very hard working gentleman, has been trying to neaten their yard. Last week he evidently did some digging out around the area where he parks his truck next to the fence. As I was sitting in my den window, about 20 feet away, I heard him shoveling rock into place. I looked out the window just as some of the crushed rock shot under the fence and into the grassy area next to our back drive. So...
The other day I was out weeding the veggie garden and along the stone area where I park. It dawned on me about those stray stones. I thought, gee, while I'm out here I'll go check on that. I don't want to get hit by them when I next weedwack along that edge. I worked my way along the drive, picking up the bits of crushed rock and gently tossing or placing them back under the fence to join the others he had shoveled.
Minding my own business.
Finished and looked up as I was to walk back down my drive. There she stood...arms crossed in front of her. Her comment at my shrug? "You don't have enough stones so you have to steal ours?"
I laughed and responded that she must be joking.
She wasn't.
She proceeded to accuse me of trespassing...as she stood in my drive!
I gave up on trying to be reasonable and headed back inside.
