Today started out as nothing different. Terry left for her regular meetings at her office, and I was going to enjoy one last day at home before classes start at GSU on Monday--a rehearsal for retirement, or so I thought.
After Terry left for work, I got ready for a few local errands, and then take a walk around the neighborhood. Before I left for my errands I opened the garage door, to see a familiar guy walking his large Boxer-type dog in our cul-de-sac. I'd seen him before and said hello a few days ago. Since he was back again I thought I should say hello and establish a relationship, so we introduced ourselves. His name is Chris, and his dog's name was Hershel. as in Hershel Walker of long-past University of Georgia fame. Chris said he is a die-hard UGA fan--Red Flag #1. While I was talking with Chris, Hershel bolted past me and confronted our cat Ziggy, who was in full-on defensive mode just inside the house. Those two postured back and forth, and eventually Chris got Hershel to come back to him, and then they moved on.
UGA plays the University of North Carolina in the Chic-fil-a Kickoff game on September 3rd. I have a ticket to the game, but only to witness in person the Dawgs' annual delusional national championship hopes getting squashed once again. No apologies, Chris--UGA football is overrated and its fans are obnoxious.
I ran my errands, came home and parked my truck, and then went out for a familiar walk around the neighborhood.
Early in the walk a guy with two small bulldogs was coming towards me from the other direction. No big deal. But as I approached he pulled hard on the dogs' leash, and tried to restrain them. I said "no problem" as we passed, but then one of the dogs jumped up and bit my shirt and hung on for a few seconds. It finally let go, but there was a hole in my shirt. I mumbled something about "shithead dog" and kept on going, not wanting to confront the owner, who said nothing about what just happened. I was stunned.
Just a few minutes later I saw a yard sign that said "Hillary for ..." and walked closer to take a picture. Now, Terry has said several times that she's seen very few yard signs for this election, so I wanted to show her that maybe this was changing. As I got closer, the full sign read "Hillary for Prison, 2016" but I still wanted a picture. As I got ready to take a picture I glanced at the porch of the house to see, you guessed it--Chris. He didn't see me, and I didn't want to have a discussion with him about that sign (or UGA football), so I kept walking.
As I headed home on the last part of the walk I discovered a yard with a number of chickens and rosters in it. This, well inside a residential neighborhood. We hear the rosters on some mornings, but now I know where they are.
The rest of the walk was uneventful, until I got back to the house. There I was met by our next door neighbor who wanted to talk with me about him building a new fence between our yards. Long story about that, so I'll spare you, but "... then it got weird."
Bottom line, if this was a preview of mornings in the 'hood after I retire in December, I might just keep working for a while longer.
mike
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