Why, one may ask, everything happen on the same day, and one may also wonder how one handles the input.
In a word: Badly.
There was a house fire twixt Housekeepers place and mine last evening. Bad deal anytime, especially on a holiday.
Then today, a young fellow was deep frying a turkey on the deck. He no longer has a deck. The house is okay, just funny looking without the deck and with the singe marks on the exterior.
The lady with the cable company that I said was nice looking, and if I didn’t, I should have? Umm. The one that said she knew Housekeeper? Yes. Well, I mentioned to Housekeeper that the lady had said that and housekeeper asked a few questions and then asked me what my interest was.
Now I’m a pretty well laid back dude, you know, and without a great interest in anything other than what makes it work. So I told Housekeeper none, other than wondering who she was because of the way she said she knew her.
Housekeeper said that the lady did, indeed, have children as she had told me, but, said Housekeeper, the lady is a lesbian. A hard core one at that.
Housekeeper then went on to detail a lover liaison carried on by the lady and her girlfriend on a public park bench. Housekeeper told me she didn’t think the activities she watched should have happened between a man and a woman, let alone two women, on a public place where children could see it.
Hell, she said, it shouldn’t have happened where men or women could see it.
Housekeeper, says I, how much of that did you watch?
All of it, says she.
Oh. Says I.
Housekeeper changed the subject.
From the reaches,