|Give me the treat already!|
The last 24 hours have been pretty exciting here at the Riley homestead. First, Daisy got her first-ever haircut! Isn’t she cute? It only took us twelve years to make her appointment…and the groomer walked away with all ten fingers and completely unbroken skin!
|It looks like the carpet is 6 inches tall and has swallowed her legs.|
|Back fat roll!!! We never knew it existed...|
|Maybe this is the place ...|
I hustled right back in. “Can I help you?” Crap. This was the second time an elderly person had gotten lost and tried walking into my kitchen. And what if he’d gotten in? He would have made himself comfortable on the couch, turned on the Xbox, and the next thing you know we have a new roommate leaving Cheeto stains on the furniture and hanging the toilet paper roll upside-down.
|The scene of the B & E, minus the B.|
The poor guy looked confused; he had to be ninety, maybe 264. He had an impressive hearing aid situation in place, with external ports and docks and gizmos and antennae. “Do you know Isabelle Somethingorother? I’m looking for 808 Eleventh.”
Well, he was in the neighborhood, so to speak. But I shook my head. “Let’s go out on the porch so I can take a look at some of the street numbers a few houses down.”
“The back porch?”
“No,” I clarified loudly, “right here.” I peered down the street and gave a rough estimate of where I thought his friend lived, while he took a seat on the bench.
“Where’d you get all these flowers?”
"Stein's, Stuart's, Hrnak's, all over, I guess."
"Ever go to Allenville? Buy some sweet corn?" Turned out his son still runs the farm, selling sweet corn and strawberries at local stands and the city farmers’ market. I promised I’d pick some up when it was ready. We talked about the weather, and how much Oshkosh had changed in the last 80 years (I was using my imagination here), and about how he lived at Bella Vista senior retirement community. He apologized for his confusion.
“Things are so different today. I just get mixed up.”
“It happens,” I said, thinking that one day it would probably happen to me, too.
“I forgot to bring the directions, so I’ll have to go back and get them, I guess.”
Sometimes you don't even have to leave the house to find the story. Sometimes it comes right to you.