Last week, Husband and I returned from our maiden ride with my recumbent bicycle. Brownie was on his front porch. He yelled, “Bonnie, come out here. The entertainment is starting.”
They both passed on my offer to try my new wheels. If I interpreted correctly, Bonnie may try it sometime. But, “that’ll be the day” when Brownie tries it out.
It isn’t unusual for Bonnie and me to solve the city’s, if not the world’s, problems over the back fence or on their porch. Their porch is also the prime perch for noticing the number of cars that do not observe the four-way stop at the corner. We agree that a lot of drivers confuse stop with yield.
A couple of weeks ago Bonnie commented that Brownie only read the sports pages. I asked if she had high blood pressure. She does. I do, too. I asked about Brownie’s. His is fine. Maybe he’s the smart one.
Brownie and I share an allegiance for that team up north. A few years ago, another longtime neighbor saw me in my maize and blue and ribbed until I reminded him that in this neighborhood he was outnumbered.
Husband and Brownie banter often. Snakes are a favorite topic. Brownie doesn’t like them. Husband, knowing this, teases, “You’re bigger than they are.” Occasionally after Brownie mows the lawn, Husband has found a “gift” hanging on the fence. Snakes don’t move as quickly as lawn mowers.
Sometimes this column is the conversation starter.
“Do you just sit in your house and think that stuff up?”
No.
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