After I fed the critters, I let them out the downstairs side of the house. Dog woofed a few times and I stepped out, thinking that the moose that's been hanging around was out there. Didn't see it, and the dog calmed down and did what she came out to do. Now she's a good dog, but pushing 14, deaf, going blind, and getting pretty lame in the rear. Not my first choice to have my back in a dark alley.
It's pushing twilight, and as I stood by the door, looked around, I glanced uphill (house is built into a sidehill) and saw a large-ish, rugged-looking man standing next to my truck, about 8' from the corner of my house, looking like he was checking out the truck.
I said, "Hello?" and he turned around and I thought looked at me, then turned away. I called again, and he did the same thing. Third time I called, he didn't turn back again, and I picked up my splitting maul, went back inside with my hand on the phone in my pocket. This had me spooked.
Walked upstairs to the other door, and saw the water delivery truck was parked out there with hoses running to my holding tank, and the driver was standing by my truck playing a game on his phone. He told me that he didn't hear me call, had looked back to see what the dog was doing, and kept on playing his game. I showed him my Fiskars, and said, "You had me a bit nervous there--I kept calling you and you didn't answer." He explained he was deaf in one ear. I said I"d almost called the troopers--there'd be a fine call: "911? I'm getting a water delivery . . . "
Art-of-War strategy requires attacking from higher ground, so I went upstairs to confront him on the porch. Could you imagine his reaction if I'd gone rushing up the stairs at him like a banshee armed with a splitting maul? He'd probably have had to stop by the shop for dry overalls . . .
hh:
Never dull around here . . .
It's pushing twilight, and as I stood by the door, looked around, I glanced uphill (house is built into a sidehill) and saw a large-ish, rugged-looking man standing next to my truck, about 8' from the corner of my house, looking like he was checking out the truck.
I said, "Hello?" and he turned around and I thought looked at me, then turned away. I called again, and he did the same thing. Third time I called, he didn't turn back again, and I picked up my splitting maul, went back inside with my hand on the phone in my pocket. This had me spooked.
Walked upstairs to the other door, and saw the water delivery truck was parked out there with hoses running to my holding tank, and the driver was standing by my truck playing a game on his phone. He told me that he didn't hear me call, had looked back to see what the dog was doing, and kept on playing his game. I showed him my Fiskars, and said, "You had me a bit nervous there--I kept calling you and you didn't answer." He explained he was deaf in one ear. I said I"d almost called the troopers--there'd be a fine call: "911? I'm getting a water delivery . . . "
Art-of-War strategy requires attacking from higher ground, so I went upstairs to confront him on the porch. Could you imagine his reaction if I'd gone rushing up the stairs at him like a banshee armed with a splitting maul? He'd probably have had to stop by the shop for dry overalls . . .
hh: Never dull around here . . .
