So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
2:30 AM. The dog gets restless and wants to go out. My lovely wife gets up to let her out. By then my daughter and granddaughter are both awake.
For my part, I’m heroically doing my best to resume my journey though dream land.
Once the dog is out, she barks like crazy. There’s a man out in the road. My wife thinks he’s drunk and she manages to call the dog back in.
Of course, by then I’m up. I wander up and down the road, looking to see if anything is out of order. The guy is long gone. By the light of the moon I can see quite a ways down the road. I check all the cars with a flashlight to see if anyone is hiding in them. All clear.
After I come back in, everyone goes back to bed, except me. I sit alone in the quiet dark house, listening, listening. At the break of dawn I finally head off to bed for a few more hours sleep.
It was a warm night, on a holiday weekend. People are partying at their camps and at the campground. A drunk wandering around in the middle of the night really should not be a surprise. Still, my security sucks. The cars were unlocked. Heck, even the front door was unlocked. Only the dog was on the ball. It did get me thinking -I’ve got to do better.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.