FOLLOW UP

The first phone call woke me up. As usual I could not see clearly and tried to open the case on my phone from the bottom. I almost broke a nail before I grabbed my glasses to see what was wrong and turned the case over. I managed to open the phone on the last ring before drifting into message oblivion. It was Laura from the Administration Office. She was checking up on the CW tirade at Thursdays BBQ. Since Chas caught her at the monthly birthday celebrations she needed to get another side of the story. I tried not to sound sleepy, after all it was 9:00, and repeated to her what I told you a few days ago.

I decided it was time to get up but my body was fighting that decision. It went to bed way to late the night before and was still tired. About thirty minutes later and second call came from the Administrative Office. This was an official inquiry into the CW explosion at the BBQ. I told both of them that a number of women are frightened of CW. If he gets on an elevator they are on, they get off. Several live in fear of being caught alone with them. They believe he is violent and threatening. I do not disagree. I am reasonable sure those angry and potentially violent times are when he is off his meds. Few want to talk with him because his conversation s so far off subject. He is pretty much an outcast.

I began some apartment clean up and then decided I would try to walk to the Farmers Market at the park. It’s only four blocks. On Sunday I walked to and from church with out pain. Today I only got two blocks then I sat down and rested before returning home. The whole trip back was without pain and so I wondered if I should have plugged on. Instead I asked a friend to pick up some Rainer Cherries. I love those things and they are a perfect snack.

When I got home I sat in my chair and promptly fell asleep. I left the TV on thinking I might drift off and was hoping the change of TV program would wake me up if that happened. It did. That meant I was only a few minutes late for Bible Study. I didn’t want to miss. We laugh and discuss and learn from one another. I love it.

It is late again as I write this. I was going to go to bed and write tomorrow, but I didn’t, as you can see. Just felt like talking to my three or four readers. Also, I wanted a record day. I feel like I’m being drawn into something that will come back and grab me by the tail.

WHALING DAYS END

Whaling Days are over. The carnival rides have been disassembled, folded up, packed onto trucks and moved on to the next stop. The vendors have packed away their left over’s, taken their tents down and closed up until next year or found the next weekend event to reopen. The primary colors dancing in the nightlights and the canned carousel music broadcasting the same repetitious tunes have ended. All the treasure hunters have searched the grounds and those with metal detectors have already collected what fallen money they could, especially around the coin toss.

There were a few things that stood out to me. First, there was the whaling that took place outside my window at about 2:00 a.m. both Saturday and Sunday night. Where is a pellet gun when I need it? It was hard to sleep, but this kind of racket is usually only on this weekend once a year.

I did enjoy the fireworks that we can walk across the street and get behind on the narrow walkway behind the Yacht Club Broiler. We cold have sat on their outdoor patio for the price of a drink. No one coughed up the money. There were new displays this year. The computerized explosions came more rapidly and with greater quantity at one time. Then so did the noise. They even sounded louder. There was a white one that left the impression of a waterfall cascading over its ledge and running into a fading mist. The lights hung on longer than most. At one time the set so many waterfalls off it reminded me of Niagara Falls. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.

I never walked down it see Whaling Days. Saturday was hot and crowded. Sunday was cool and misting in the early part of the day. I walked to church on Sunday with a few clouds hanging overhead. It was cool with promises of warming up. I went a little early to help work on parking. The whole area around the church was already taken. My greeting partner arrived around 7:00 a.m. (9:30 service) to protect a spot for the van that comes from a nursing home. John works there as well and figured the spot would be gone with no place for the van if it weren’t held. Apparently it was a good thing. He turned dozens of vehicles away. The most belligerent man reminded John that this was a public road and he had a right to park there. Yes you do sir, but would you really deprive a group of elderly seniors from attending church because they had no place to park. He left, but not with some derogatory comment about a sexual activity. John blessed than as they drove away.

We had no outstanding weirdo’s walk past. The closest exception was a skinny young man wearing pants without a belt who had to hitch his jeans back up every 10-12 steps. He was not wearing the usual boxing short, but tight grey patterned ones revealing his very bony ass. The general run of thumb was most guys were wearing their hair short. This is a military town. Guys wore baggy mid calf shorts without belts; girls on the other hand were very close to wearing Daisy Duke short shorts. Their hair was long and straight. Way too many girls walking alone or with girlfriends were with child. I was sad, and maybe shouldn’t have been. But I wondered if there would be a present father for that child.

Well Whaling Days are over for another year. I will sleep tonight. That’s a good thing. I’m tired.