Summer did not come with me to Dayton; she chose to stay in Kendallville and bond with my porch, although I believe her mother thinks the two of them are bonding. So it is nice and quiet here – oh so wonderfully quiet. Anticipation is noisy in the brain, dontcha know. You hear the questions before they are asked and the fact there is an “I’m bored” waiting in the next few minutes screams at you. But here anticipating Der Bingle silently reading his new Kindle is a soundless mind message; it requires nothing of me – no bracing for an onslaught or sighing at an interruption.
Feel it with me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I did take a nap and snored. And then I ate some Cousin Vinny’s pizza. I sat on the balcony and watched people moving out since summer session has ended. One group brought a nice looking sofa (sleeper) and left it by the dumpster. Later, Der Bingle said there were some folks looking at it and I said they should forget looking and sniff it. Blunt, but true. And then he said, “He’s sniffing,” and I popped over to look as he amended his statement to say a fellow had his head down in it. Leaves blocked my view.
Der Bingle suggested it would be a good time for me to go back out on the porch. I choice instead to stretch down to the end of the backless sectional and put my nose right up to the screen. They pulled out the sleeper portion, stood for awhile, put it back together and left. I wondering if it smelled like cat and I am thinking about tiptoeing over in the dark of night and taking a sniff myself. Gosh darn, do you believe this?
Another group of girls loaded up a U-Haul with mattresses, chairs and a sofa . . . and then the guy who had been standing talking on his cell phone forever toted in the rails for the bed frame. U-Hauls have a state painted on the side now; once we had Wisconsin and once Newfoundland – this one was Wyoming. I know that because I used the lens on my camera to zoom in. One of the girls had on a yellow shirt and red pants – real yellow, real red. All snoopers like me should have it so easy . . . Actually, I was monitoring. Yes. Monitoring the End of Term Relocation Habits of the Modern College Student.
You see, you can give anything a longish name and get around the rose is a rose is a rose dictum. At least long enough to make a getaway.
Now I totally relate to the “I’m totally alone” yet you have DerBingle along. It’s that way much of the time my husband and I travel together. Like an old t-shirt he’s there, well worn and comfy, one of my favorites but not a flashy high maintenance item that requires ironing and upkeep. Just happy to be tossed in the suitcase and taken along and given a good washing once in a while.
Summer might have required ironing and maybe even spritzing with water to keep her crisp.
I really need to take lessons on the zoom lense trick. Might have saved me a few moments of trauma in Russia.