We’ve made no secret that we like to do a little joy riding when we feel the need for a little joy in a weekend. He of We has a little 2 seat roadster and She of We keeps a bottle of sun screen in her door pocket. It works. Usually. Sometimes we find ourselves scratching our heads over something somebody – sometimes us – has done. Let us explain.
Once on an afternoon drive through the park we stopped at a “little bit of everything” store. They have tools, hunting and fishing gear, canned goods, sports memorabilia, boxed candy, various needle-works supplies, furniture, plumbing fixtures, wheelbarrows, doll houses, and trees. How can you pass up a deal on trees. We couldn’t. Just because the tree was about 20 miles from where it was going to be planted might make mere people say “let’s think about this.” Not us. We’re Reality People. And we did not want to drive back and forth a few times to get the right vehicle with the right storage capacity in the right parking lot to transport a tree. It’s just a tree. To make a long story short, in order not to damage the trunk or the trunk, it ended up between She of We’s legs in the front seat, extending about 3 feet above the windshield. We drove slow. Which made eating the ice cream we stopped for easier.
On another excursion we passed a row of simply beautiful houses. It’s easy when you seek out a high end housing plan where somebody is turning out mansion after mansion just like a suburban factory project. Often we find the people in the million dollar homes have the same things in their driveways and side yards we have in ours and we smile happily. This one afternoon in this one neighborhood we weren’t in a plan. We were among bona fide multiple million dollar manors rivaling anything Hollywood so to be exes would fight over. Just beautiful. And we weren’t but 100 feet from their front doors. We wanted to walk up each rolling expanse of lawn and ring the bell just to say hello. And among them, among the carefully landscaped, fenced, fountained, and paved portraits of residential indulgence, lay a deflated 24 foot round, 4 foot tall inflatable portable swimming pool. Complete with knocked over steps.
Then there was the time we stopped at a farm market. We’ve stopped at several and usually find the freshest bargains for the evening’s dinner. If they have a good gift shop we could pick up birthday, anniversary, and Christmas gifts for several occasions. But this stop took the cake. Or rather, took the pie. Not to say it wasn’t home-made but on this display case sat several absolutely identical looking $14 pies. Right next to the $10 peaches, $6 blueberries, and $16 skirt steaks from “local” beef. Trust us. We’re local and there’s no beef where we are. A little checking and we found that their corn might be theirs. The rest was bought from the same purveyors that the mega-mart on the hill goes to. Shame on them!
Not on a weekend drive, He of We recently was at that mart. He did his shopping (New York Strip, $8 for a 12 ounce cut) and moved over the giant home supply store that shares the hill. There he found a guy tying a set of mini-blinds to the back of his motorcycle. “Let me tell you about this tree,” He of We said to him.
Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?