I was working on my garden this morning. I was trimming the Bushes and planting my Jennifer Flowers and I was trying to decide if I wanted to be more progressive or more conservative with the manure this year. About that time, our young neighbor, Monica, stopped by to see the wife about some spot or something on her dress.
Our other neighbour, a collegiate looking middle aged man who used to have some kind of national job or something, stopped by and picked up a new tomato and said something about losing a spelling bee or something like that years ago when he spelled it tomotoe. He still seems a little confused, but then again, he is a bird brain.
I looked up about that time to see the neighbourhood degenerate walking down the street, wagging his head and muttering about not being a crook, or something like that. Also, he was always muttering something about a box of some type on the bottom of Lake Michigan. Weird old man.
Well, I was just about finished for the day when a familiar voice called out. It was the paper boy from the Black area of town, He was a good kid, and smart, but I had to laugh at him at times. He told me that he was going to be the first Black president. Yea, right, kid, I would mutter after he left. Yep, that would be the day when a Black man was the president. Well, at least he had dreams.
Well, I am done gardening for the day, and I never even once mentioned politics.Now, does anyone know where I left my tea bags?
Our other neighbour, a collegiate looking middle aged man who used to have some kind of national job or something, stopped by and picked up a new tomato and said something about losing a spelling bee or something like that years ago when he spelled it tomotoe. He still seems a little confused, but then again, he is a bird brain.
I looked up about that time to see the neighbourhood degenerate walking down the street, wagging his head and muttering about not being a crook, or something like that. Also, he was always muttering something about a box of some type on the bottom of Lake Michigan. Weird old man.
Well, I was just about finished for the day when a familiar voice called out. It was the paper boy from the Black area of town, He was a good kid, and smart, but I had to laugh at him at times. He told me that he was going to be the first Black president. Yea, right, kid, I would mutter after he left. Yep, that would be the day when a Black man was the president. Well, at least he had dreams.
Well, I am done gardening for the day, and I never even once mentioned politics.Now, does anyone know where I left my tea bags?
3 comments:
Cedar: I want to clarify that I was NOT walking down your street.
OK, mistaken identity
Cedar: You didn't see anyone doing the two step stumble and crawl did you? Ha.
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