A couple of days ago, maybe on the 16th, I woke up really late. I mean 7:30 PM. Of course it was getting pretty dark. It was raining. And I still went out for a walk.
I wouldn't do that tonight; it's too dark. But it was so pretty. The street lights reflecting in the rain. I would go out again after supper - I'm definitely not as scared as I used to be. One of many welcome changes.
It did feel a little risky; since first of all, people are insane. But mostly because the other night, I saw a skunk coming up the driveway. I'd never seen one before. I don't think I've ever shut a window so fast. I remember a couple of months ago, my brother saw a skunk. He came into the house backwards; he just kind of hopped up off the porch, took two bouncing steps back and slammed the door. I almost lost my food.
Come to think of it, we have a lot of skunks here. Raccoons, bears, coyotes, cougars. We just live in a very wild area. Shocking, because of all the noise. I think my first memory of a skunk is maybe sixteen years old, and I found the smell offensive and foolishly, I thought perfume would help mask the stench. It did not.
Another memory, I think it's my second oldest. We all have at least one asshole in our lives. This guy, no matter how nice we were, would still kick you around, call you horrible things, and pull every dirty trick in the book. We were getting tired of it. My brother is one of those take action fellows, and he often feels very little regret. Maybe that's what makes him funny. But he noticed one night that a skunk was outside, and the nasty man's window was right in his line of fire. So what does my brother do? Quietly opens his window, leans outside and makes a racket, and fills the asshole's apartment with the stench of skunk. I tried to not find it funny, but the man was a bully.
I wonder what having a sense of humor is like.
I wouldn't do that tonight; it's too dark. But it was so pretty. The street lights reflecting in the rain. I would go out again after supper - I'm definitely not as scared as I used to be. One of many welcome changes.
It did feel a little risky; since first of all, people are insane. But mostly because the other night, I saw a skunk coming up the driveway. I'd never seen one before. I don't think I've ever shut a window so fast. I remember a couple of months ago, my brother saw a skunk. He came into the house backwards; he just kind of hopped up off the porch, took two bouncing steps back and slammed the door. I almost lost my food.
Come to think of it, we have a lot of skunks here. Raccoons, bears, coyotes, cougars. We just live in a very wild area. Shocking, because of all the noise. I think my first memory of a skunk is maybe sixteen years old, and I found the smell offensive and foolishly, I thought perfume would help mask the stench. It did not.
Another memory, I think it's my second oldest. We all have at least one asshole in our lives. This guy, no matter how nice we were, would still kick you around, call you horrible things, and pull every dirty trick in the book. We were getting tired of it. My brother is one of those take action fellows, and he often feels very little regret. Maybe that's what makes him funny. But he noticed one night that a skunk was outside, and the nasty man's window was right in his line of fire. So what does my brother do? Quietly opens his window, leans outside and makes a racket, and fills the asshole's apartment with the stench of skunk. I tried to not find it funny, but the man was a bully.
I wonder what having a sense of humor is like.
I love the idea of someone jumping backwards into a house because of a skunk :p
ReplyDeleteIt was comical to watch. The look on his face was definitely "colon capital O".
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