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Pretty pink

I’m feeling pretty much like death warmed over today. The voice is three octaves deeper than usual—I could sing baritone—and my nose glows in the dark. But the dogs ran out of food and there are no sadder eyes than on dogs who know their cupboard is bare. So out I went into the teeming rain to make a pair of doggies happy. Between the fancy Alpo, sixteen little pouches of yummy stuff for Peeps, and 20 pounds of kibble, they shouldn’t run out for a couple of weeks. And while I was out I picked up two more gallons of orange juice. It’s not working very well, but I’m sure it tastes good. If I could taste.

When I came home, I started toward the house with bags in hand when I heard Marion (next door neighbor) call my name. I looked around and didn’t see her. “Up here,” she hollered.

I looked up and there she was leaning out her bedroom window wearing nothing but her underwear. And I stood there in the rain, in something of a fog, thinking, “She doesn’t have any clothes on. What in the world… I’m hallucinating now.”

Looked back up and, no, she definitely was in her underwear hanging out her window.

“Be careful,” she yelled. “There’s a hornets’ nest right by your steps. I saw it this morning. They’re building a nest right there. Be careful!” After she was certain that I saw it, she pulled herself back in and shut her window.

And then the full realization of what she’d done hit me. Modesty be damned, she wasn’t about to have me stung by one of those hornets. They are extremely aggressive toward any activity within a six foot radius of their nest. I am soooo allergic to them. The last time I was stung, I swelled up like a balloon and it scared Marion to death. It happened so quickly, she was sure I was going to expire right there in front of her.

That’s the definition of a nice neighbor, I think. You have to figure someone likes you pretty well to show the entire neighborhood her pretty pink lingerie without even thinking twice about it.

In any case, I gave the hornets a wide berth, climbed over the porch railing far enough away from them to not alarm them. The lad can take care of them after dark. It’s still a small nest, so there can’t be more than a couple of hornets in it. And he’s not allergic to them.

Posted on 06/14/05 at 10:51 AM
 




steph

omg, does your neighbor know you blogged her undies?!  big surprise

Netherlands   Posted by steph on 06/14/05  at  01:54 PM





Linkmeister

Good balconies make good neighbors? wink

United States   Posted by Linkmeister on 06/14/05  at  03:06 PM





Kate

No, Steph, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t. And I’m also pretty sure that no one else around here does, either. Then of course, we’d have to wonder if anyone would know who Katie is. Or how many names I routinely change to protect anonymity. There was one woman in this town this morning who had her undies blogged, but who might she really be?

Linkmeister, good neighbors are good neighbors. Balconies or not. smile

United States   Posted by Kate on 06/14/05  at  07:59 PM





cyn

crossed fingers WHEW!!  Sure glad we live a few miles apart or you might have seen me running around in the middle of the night, in a nightgown (3AM) in the middle of the street trying to find out what a horrible noise was--turned out to be a fisher cat (this was last summer)--apparently I am the designated, “see what that noise is in the middle of the night” person around here!! blush

BTW, not all your congestion etc. could be from a cold, the local paper says that the pollen count a week ago was moderately high at 596 grains of pollen per cubic meter of air(??); yesterday was 3,326!!!!!  Small wonder lots of people are suffering!!  Meanwhile, I think I have 3,326 grains of yellow pollen per square inch IN my house and am not sure I am ever going to be able to get it all.  YIKES!!

Feel better!!

United States   Posted by cyn on 06/15/05  at  09:17 AM





Kate

Thanks, Cyn. I’m much better today. Yesterday was the worst. Finally NyQuil-ed myself to the gills and gave up. Today it’s just a persistent nagging headache which could quite well be pollen related.

The pollen is still falling thickly. Now, with the rain, my car has yellow stripes on it. And puddles of yellow beside it. I’ve also noticed a fine coating of it on all the furniture and counter tops. Imagine the carpet! Bleh!

In the never ending spiral of crappy weather, the weatherman cracked a funny this morning and said spring is here. Again. It was short miserable summer. It’s 48 freezing wet degrees out today!

And my word is ‘merry’! Ha ha ha.

United States   Posted by Kate on 06/15/05  at  10:06 AM





Karan

If my neighbors blogged me it would be so much more embarrassing than just a mention that I was in my underwear.  I cringe about what they would say about me on TV ... I mean if I ever committed some newsworthy crime or anything.  Just cringe.

United States   Posted by Karan on 06/15/05  at  12:58 PM





Jennifer AKA Me

OMG that is to funny! Ok one good thing about not being your neighbor anymore! Glad you are feeling better. You didn’t sound to good on the phone. And I know you had to be feeling crappy to turn down a trip to our favorite book store! I wish you told me that you needed pet food. I would have gladly picked it up for you while I was in town!

United States   Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 06/15/05  at  01:17 PM





Kate

I’m trying to imagine what you have done to impress your neighbors so, Karan. Are you the crazy lady in the neighborhood or something? smile

United States   Posted by Kate on 06/16/05  at  08:28 AM





Kate

By the time you’d called, Jen, I’d already been to the store and back. Drenched to the skin to boot. And feeling worse by the minute. It was not a great day.

You think I’d blog about you if you lived next door? Sheesh. You’d have walked over and smacked me til my teeth rattled. ;)

United States   Posted by Kate on 06/16/05  at  08:31 AM





Jennifer AKA Me

LOL.You just might not have mentioned names. And yes, I probably would. cheese

United States   Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 06/16/05  at  11:52 AM





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