(photo by Tota Odds)
Last week, I was taking Duvick for a walk to 7-11 to return our redbox movie. On our way back, around 9:00 pm an old lady with her hair in a mess wearing her bathrobe spoke to me as I walked past her yard. She was watering her flowers. "My dog died today," she said.
I kept walking and respond, "that is so sad - I am very sorry."
She said, "it is sad. my other dog died last week."
At this I stopped walking. "Are you okay?"
This woman proceeded to talk to me for awhile. At first I wondered if she was just a crazy person. After all, who begins a conversation (in a bathrobe at 9pm) with a perfect stranger by telling them that her pet has died? As I spoke to her, I noticed her next door neighbor sitting on his front porch videotaping people as they walk by, video taping me actually... I left with Debbie's phone number and a business card for her veterinarian. Apparently they are the best in town - they even cremated her second dog for free.
(photo by eduard titov)
Last week I answered my work phone, "Hello, you have reached ACSl, this is Hannah. Can I help you?" That's my always response. At least I don't answer, "Welcome to your Gurnee drive-thru Starbucks, what are you drinkin'?" like I sometimes did accidentally back in the day.
"After a little pause, a man asked, "is Tonya Harding there?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?"
"I need to get in touch with Tonya Harding please."
At that, I started cracking up and told him that there was no Tonya Harding at this number.
"Isn't this Colorado Springs?" he pleaded. "Yes, yes, but no Tonya."
"Look, I admit that this sounds odd, but I really need to speak to Tonya Harding. I think she works in member certification."
"I'm sorry sir, let me see if I have her listed on my sheet of in-house extensions."oops. "I deeply apologize. Tonya is extension 251. I am so sorry, I thought you were performing a prank call."
He seemed to be an understanding sort of man. After that I didn't answer any phone calls for the rest of the day.
Thanks for hangin' on if you're still reading these...
(photo by see seven dog)
A few days ago my next door neighbor stopped by. She and her husband seem really cool and we've talked about getting together for dinner or something some time.
"Hey, I just wanted you to know that we're having a party tonight," she said.
"Wow. Thank you soooo much!" I said with a huge smile and mild excitement.
"Yeah, sure. I just wanted you to know that we'll be having a lot of people over pretty late. And we don't do this very often, just a couple of times a year. So we'll probably be outside eating and drinking late. I just wanted you to know."
"Oh, that is so thougthful of you. I really appreciate it." I felt like banging my head against the wall.
"You and Landon can come if you want. It's my birthday." she said.
"Thanks a lot Sara. Happy Birthday, and thanks again for letting us know about your party. Have fun!"
I felt like an idiot. I haven't been to a party in years and years. The whole hermitish lifestyle that I live I think is making me so strange. I realized that last week I didn't leave my house at all Wednesday and Thursday and Friday after a trip to Walmart and the grocery store I was determined to avoid leaving the house for the rest of the day - that was stressful! I'm a little concerned that i'm getting both socially awkward, and also completely desperate for any sort of human interaction - which isn't a good combo, really.