Big Dog, Little Dog
I am at home right now, feels strange to be posting from here. I guess I mostly post at work, though a lot of my posts have nothing to do with actual work, or my working environment. Anyway, I am looking out my front window at the house across the street. The have a corner lot. The way the street at the end of ours angles, even though our driveways line up, we still have a couple houses on our side towards the corner. Are the visuals helping?
I think three people live there, a mom, dad, and seemingly old son (maybe too old to be living with mom and dad?). Well the mom, we'll call her "June", is always outside working around the yard. She mows, she washes cars, she trims bushes....I just saw her with a drill in her hand walking down the sidewalk (no idea). The husband, "Frank", makes an appearance every now and then, but it is rare to see him lift a finger. Sometimes he sits on their stoop and watches June work. Now Frank is seldom seen without his 1980's style headphones...the ones with the built in AM/FM radio mounted to the ear pieces. Frank likes to dance in his driveway at times too. I'm not sure if he is line dancing or what, but something's just not right with this picture. Frank also sports a very beautiful, curly mullet. He gets picked up to go to "work" (I assume), and never drives. This leads to endless speculation, but I will leave that for another day.
The son, "Scott", seems to be in his late 20's, occasionally has some friends over, sometimes sporting instrument cases of some sort.
They have two dogs, "Big Dog" and "Little Dog". Big Dog is a Doberman. He likes to be outside and runs the interior of their picket fence tirelessly. Little Dog, a small....mutt?...does his business and then sits on the stoop and barks until let inside.
One time this little girl on a bike was taunting Big Dog and Little Dog through the fence. The barking seemed to last 15 minutes at least. I was washing my truck up by my garage and finally yelled an anonymous "Hey!" hoping the girl would leave. Nope. And the son was home alone...or at least sans parents. I think he had a girl over and was "preoccupied" and didn't investigate the barking. Either that or he is reclusivley scared of the neighborhood kids.
Technical difficulties have caused me to lose the rest of what I had written. Must not have been too important, I can't remember what it may have been. Oh well, bottom line is that the family across the street is strange. But then again, to the outside observer, we all probably look pretty strange.
I think three people live there, a mom, dad, and seemingly old son (maybe too old to be living with mom and dad?). Well the mom, we'll call her "June", is always outside working around the yard. She mows, she washes cars, she trims bushes....I just saw her with a drill in her hand walking down the sidewalk (no idea). The husband, "Frank", makes an appearance every now and then, but it is rare to see him lift a finger. Sometimes he sits on their stoop and watches June work. Now Frank is seldom seen without his 1980's style headphones...the ones with the built in AM/FM radio mounted to the ear pieces. Frank likes to dance in his driveway at times too. I'm not sure if he is line dancing or what, but something's just not right with this picture. Frank also sports a very beautiful, curly mullet. He gets picked up to go to "work" (I assume), and never drives. This leads to endless speculation, but I will leave that for another day.
The son, "Scott", seems to be in his late 20's, occasionally has some friends over, sometimes sporting instrument cases of some sort.
They have two dogs, "Big Dog" and "Little Dog". Big Dog is a Doberman. He likes to be outside and runs the interior of their picket fence tirelessly. Little Dog, a small....mutt?...does his business and then sits on the stoop and barks until let inside.
One time this little girl on a bike was taunting Big Dog and Little Dog through the fence. The barking seemed to last 15 minutes at least. I was washing my truck up by my garage and finally yelled an anonymous "Hey!" hoping the girl would leave. Nope. And the son was home alone...or at least sans parents. I think he had a girl over and was "preoccupied" and didn't investigate the barking. Either that or he is reclusivley scared of the neighborhood kids.
Technical difficulties have caused me to lose the rest of what I had written. Must not have been too important, I can't remember what it may have been. Oh well, bottom line is that the family across the street is strange. But then again, to the outside observer, we all probably look pretty strange.
posted by Chris at 12:33 PM
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