Just as you thing it is safe to go back into the water, the shark attacks again. Hazel was out front taking photos of the flowerless flowerbeds (are they still flowerbeds if there are no flowers?). She also had a notebook writing frequently and long. When her job was done, she walked off in great haste making if obvious she was headed to the administrative office.
The three on the porch watched her come out the front door. The conversation stopped as she walked down the steps with disposable camera in hand. They watched the 12-minute show in silence mentally noting every move. They watched her walk away and then turned to stare at one another.
What do you suppose that was about? Dunno! Where do you think she is going? To the administration office! Why? Dunno!
We will find out soon enough. Hope it’s as interesting as it looks.
Talked to Chas about the whole flower affair tonight. It was the first time we were alone. We talked about what he learned. He was surprised how many people found joy in the flowers and how many people genuinely cared about him. They didn’t like that he removed the flowers, but they understood. Someone even called the police to make a wellness check. It helped a great deal. We talked about the various people he could and should talk to before he takes any action of these conflict relationships. Then he surprised me.
He said he rode past my window five times hoping I would come out and order him into my room to talk. That was on day three. I was in my room working on the August newsletter and saw him. Even wondered why he was going in and out so often. My west window is right next to the back entrance. I wasn’t surprised he was using that door, just the frequency. He will often go out for coffee or to the grocery store. Both are close. It seemed obvious to me he didn’t want to run into anyone sitting on the front porch.
My window was open and he could have called out to me. When he’s at the door and I’m at my computer we aren’t more than 10-feet away. If God was urging me to go and talk to him, I wasn’t listening or was on a different channel. All I could really hear was the sound track for Joseph playing “And the man who can interpret can go far, He’ll become a star.” If this was my star making moment, I missed it again. I wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to anyone, let alone me.
I had better clean the wax out of my ears or at least having my hearing checked. Bas hearing runs in my family and the one losing their hearing is always the last to know. So tell me, I am I going deaf?
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