Rain Dance

I woke up this morning to see the rain falling and knew it was going to be a great day!
After the last few days of heat, and yesterday being not so hot, but SO humid the rain is a welcome sight.

I went to town with Wendy yesterday.
While she was in her drunk girl school I went to visit my Mom.
We sat outside for an hour and a half and talked about dumb silly mindless stuff and it was a nice break.
We drank iced tea and enjoyed her little piece of patio paradise.

Then Wendy and I drove to downtown Portland where I have never ventured to go on my own.
I have been mind you, just always as a passenger not a director.
I was following the Google directions when before I realized what was happening I found myself heading onto the highest longest bridge in the world with no rails on the side and traffic heading straight towards me, then the bridge started shaking and stars lit up the sky in the middle of the day.
Lucky for me and everyone else on the bridge I made it to the other side.
I don't think any of the above is true, but it seemed very real to me.
The next task at hand was figuring out a way home without having to cross that bridge again.

Ok, here's the big news of yesterday.
The evil neighbor pRicks wife was walking through the pasture on her side of the property line.
I was watering the plants on the deck.
This is what I did.
I threw my hand in the air and shouted hello.
I couldn't believe what I was doing but I had no choice, I had to follow through.
As she waved back I told her to come and see the Garcia's.

Had I really said that?

I had and it was good.
We met near the chicken compound, and tension filled the air...
I extended a kind greeting towards her and acted as if I didn't know she was married to the biggest dickhead in the world. 

I could tell she was waiting, waiting for me to drop the bomb, maybe waiting for me to punch her in the face, tell her what I thought, anything other than stand before her and be nice. 

It was almost more than she could handle, she wanted to leave, to get away while the getting was still good. 

I drew out our neighborly conversation as long as I could. 

I made chit cat about the chickens and complained about the weather.

I told a few funny stories about the kids and talked about Mikes job.
It was killing her.
After close to thirty gruelling minutes, I told her how nice it was talking to her and that we needed to do it again soon.
I bet a hundred she doesn't walk that fence line during daylight again for a while.

Mike is brooding because I asked him to not interrupt me with fish nonsense while I'm writing.
I don't care that the frog is swimming in the porch pond, but he does, so I guess I need to go watch.

See Ya