It looked like rain.
I stood staring out of the sliding door of our downstairs family room. It was getting gloomier by the minute. That was fine because my tomato plants needed some water. I went back into my office and sat at the computer. I was working on revisions of one of my books and also outlining my next project. It’s going to be a ghost story set in New York State. I was struggling with plot lines, character and place names, narrative threads and setting.
Yes, I’m a writer and I’m not ashamed to say it, not at all. But it still looked like rain.
So I sharpened a few pencils, arranged my scratch pads and organized my felt tip highlighters. After emptying the pencil sharpener reservoir into my Adirondack birch bark waste basket, I counted the number of yellow legal pads piled on my stack of what I call my “elbow books”–they have to be at my elbow when I write, and checked my copies of “Bipolar Disorder For Dummies”, “Chess For The Complete Idiot” and the interview in the latest issue of Playboy.
I was getting tired and it still looked like rain so I did the only thing that made any sense at the time, I went upstairs to take a nap.
I was lost in a dream about Lady Gaga and I crossed the Pacific Ocean on a raft made of rubber band balls and bales of twine bound together with scarlet yarn that was a foot thick. Gaga was quite testy when I kept insisting that she not skinny dip so much. Our only companion on board was an albino Llama.
After an hour (Gaga and I had not yet made it to Hawaii) I was roused from slumber by the chink of metal on stone. There were voices. One of them was my wife and the other was our neighbor, the husband of my wife’s very good friend. They’re summer people and live on our loop road. They’re from Ohio but we like them anyway.
I slipped a pair of Keds on my feet and went out to see what the noise was about. They were together in the front yard and what they were doing shocked me to the very marrow of my femur.
We had purchased really nice stone slabs to put in a new walk leading to our front door. The stones were laid out on our yard. In all honesty, I liked the look of the scattered rocks. It gave the yard a “rustic” look…not too “Long Island Perfect” if you get my drift.
Anyway, there was my wife and Darcy setting the stones and constructing the walk. I went back inside to find the bug repellent and came back out. They had not even noticed me observing them. Who knows what would have happened if I had gone into town for supplies? (Earlier I had threatened to visit Saranac Lake to purchase six finishing nails so I could hang my Yankee cap in the workshop.)
Yes, who knows? They may have finished half the walkway if I hadn’t interfered.
It started to rain and the evening was coming on. Darcy and his wife (she had arrived earlier and hauled the stone pieces from our driveway), left for home. He turned down the Corona beer I offered, saying he wanted to go home and have a White Russian.
I have to admit that he and my wife did a superb job at getting the project underway. I couldn’t have done a better job myself.
It’s great to have such wonderful neighbors…even if they are from Ohio.
Love it & I bet Mariam & the “Ohio” Friends will do a super job! Lovin it already!