LAUGHING
A delightful former neighbor stays in touch. She moved across country and usually emails or texts, but one day she called me to talk.
Like old-timey friends.
In the process of catching up on who we each have stayed in touch with she asked me about, let’s call her, Martha.
While it’s been well over a decade since either heard from her directly, Martha is sometimes in the local news around here.
In fact I was able to explain to former neighbor that Martha, a state government employee, has been accused of failing to disclose a conflict of interest involving a corporate lobbyist. She has denied the accusations, but resigned from her job.
Upon hearing this my former neighbor shouted, “she didn’t do it.”
I asked, “how do you know?”
“Because there’s no way she’d do anything illegal.”
I persisted, “it’s been years since we talked with her, how can you be so sure? She may have changed. People do, you know.”
Former neighbor said, “because I sang with her in the church choir and no one in that group would ever do anything wrong.”
To which I replied sarcastically, “well there you go! As we all know singing your heart out for Jesus is a valid legal defense against criminal accusations.”
As if! 🙄
LOVING
I overheard this.
While this isn’t the first time I’ve written about a kid who got lost in the bottom of the ravine behind our house, this succinct little plea for help charmed me. Girlfriend was NOT happy and knew exactly who was to blame for her predicament.
Here’s what happened. I walked into our kitchen at the back of the house around 5:00 p.m. The windows were open and I immediately heard a LOUD kid voice [maybe age 5 or 6?] shouting from below.
“Find me,” the voice said.
I stepped outside onto the deck to see if I could see who was shouting.
“Find… Me…,” the voice commanded.
Squinting through the leafy tree branches I looked down into the ravine, but couldn’t see anyone. However I could hear a small person whose tone of voice didn’t suggest panic, just increasing irritation with the adult powers that be.
“FIND ME!”
I was about to shout back when I heard a dad say, “Katelyn? Is that you?”
“FIND ME, NOW!”
Picking up on the irritation in her voice I heard the dad start laughing as he asked, “where are you?”
Then in one of the best deadpan punchline deliveries ever our Miss Katelyn replied stating the obvious, “DOWN. HERE.”
She sighed loudly implying, I believe, that it took all her effort to not say *DUH* to this dimwitted dad person whose job it is to rescue her from predicaments like this one.
And with that her father, still laughing so loudly I could hear him, maneuvered down the side of the ravine cheerfully saying, “I’ll get ‘ya!”
And he did. 🥰
LEARNING
I stumbled over this Psychology Today How Stressed Are You? Test and decided to answer the 20 questions.
From my test results I learned that I’m at 24/100 and the average is 59/100. This means I’m “Not stressed” which came as a surprise to me. Not that I’m jonesing to be more filled with stress, mind you— just that I thought I’d rate a higher score.
I feel a bit like an underachiever.
However, I attribute my relaxed attitude to the fact that FOR ONCE our annual spring home maintenance that requires 5 scheduled visits from 4 companies has happened WITHOUT INCIDENT. This means that the landscape beds and the lawn sprinkler system and the gutters and the windows and the AC system have been mulched or activated or cleared or cleaned or serviced BEFORE Memorial Day.
A personal best! 😃
QUESTIONS OF THE DAY
Do you know anyone who is currently in trouble with the law? Is or was that person part of a church choir?
Have you ever called out for someone to rescue you? If so, did someone rescue you?
Had or overheard any funny conversations lately?
If you took the test how stressed does it say you are? Does this jive with how you feel?
THE SPECTACLED BEAN 