My neighbours were getting into their car when I complimented them on their clothes.
"Looking good!" I said.
"Why thank you!" She sounded pleased.
She really did look good in her high-collared, white summer dress with black flowers on it. Her husband was equally bold in his freshly-pressed black golf shirt and black pants.
It was such a good start to the conversation, I just rolled with it ...
"I guess you're headed somewhere fancy tonight!"
Her response was emotionless, "We're going to a funeral."
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So, above is a picture of the beautiful job I did paring the overgrown lawn back to reveal the never-before-seen edge of our driveway. I'm not going to say my efforts were an attempt to appease karmic law, but I was definitely at least partially motivated by the lesser cousin of guilt ... What's his name? ... Regret?
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4 comments:
you made me laugh... i think, 3 times?
Ohhhh...
Ya, those moments kinda suck. So good, flowin' with the flow and then WHAM.
That's OK. I'm sure you were they highlight of their sombre day.
haha ohh. that's a great story.
Haha. Good job on the lawn though and going with the flow.
peace out
Mercy
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