Now that Summer is coming to a close, I can honestly say that I don't feel too bad about it. As much as I love the sun, I really like a cool crisp autumn breeze too. There are some things that are just not as enjoyable in heavy heat and humidity.
Take the other night for example, I took my bike out for a spin after supper. It was dusk and the bike path took on a whole other life. There was something peaceful and beautiful about it. It was quieter, there was a feeling of calm and contentment in the air. The skyline across the water was dotted with lights, and we couldn't see as much as we could hear the water.
I came home in a state of zenned out bliss. As I was locking my mountain bike to the fence in the back yard, though, I was accosted with an intrusive, lingering presence. I had the feeling I was being watched. I turned around and sure enough, I was.
Shirtless old guy from across the alley was pulling a meerkat. Not sure what that is? Well, it looks a little like this.
Now before you tell me it's a good thing, because he is conducting a one man neighbourhood watch, let me finish.
He just stood there, along the fence. Staring. I finally had to turn around and ask him if I could help him with something.
His response was this. "Oh, I'm just spying".
Me: (in my head) "No kidding".
Shirtless old guy: "Some neighbors had stuff stolen from their back yard"
Shirtless Old Guy: "Do you live here?"
Me: "Yes, I do. Goodnight"
First of all, I've never actually heard a grown man say he is "spying". Would that be of the double knot variety (those who are of the generation that remember the Beverly Hillbillies will understand this reference)?
Second, you make a lousy spy. I can see you. You're shirtless and wearing flip flops. What were you planning to do? Fling a rubber sandal at me?
Lastly, the obvious. If I were a thief, would I really be locking up my bicycle to the fence in the yard I'm stealing from? A bicycle is probably not a smart get away vehicle when stealing a television or computer or whatever else a thief would take.
So I guess I will give him credit for trying to be helpful, but after I have confirmed I'm not attempting a break and entry, he should have been off on his merry way to fight crime elsewhere.
Instead, he chose to still stand there and watch my every move. I should have turned the tables and ask him "What are you doing? Are you a peeping tom? A stalker? A flasher? ".
So silly. Common sense really isn't a given these days.
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.