The McCombies have been in Malibu for six months.
Each day of their absence, Renee Clark has faithfully gathered their mail and placed it in a plastic box where bit by bit it has amassed and accumulated to overflowing. Not only does the woman drive a large vehicle to pick up the letters from the McCombie's mailbox fifty feet from her front door, but she also almost always has a skinny cigarette clamped securely between her faded and sagging lips.
From my front porch vantage point, I can periodically witness the antics of my singular neighbor. Today, as I unstrapped my running shoes and stretched my legs, I smiled to myself and thought:
Ah, she gets better everyday.
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On the way home from school today we pulled up behind a large truck. On the bumper there was a sticker that read Drug Free is the Way to Be after coming up on the other side of the truck we noticed that the man driving the truck was smoking a cigarette. It was quite ironic.
Ha ha!
I love it when you witness things like that.
Random thing:
I was riding my bike on the Jordan River last saturday, and here's excerpts from conversations I overheard...
"I need to be home by two! Is that a possiblility? I need to watch General Conference!"
"...why's that duck upside down?..."
"...it really stinks here..."
Jos I don't have a blogger account. I leave so many comments on your blogs that it signs me in automatically from my gmail account. Trust me I have no computer skills to start a blog.
Those are really funny Natalie.
Ha! That hilarious! You're an unofficial-official member of the blogging world. Kudos to you, Brenda Baby. Oh, and I can actually see the irony in your first comment. Good word choice, my friend.
Nat,
Seen any flaming cats lately?
Did I use the right word? Irony. I looked it up and it sounded right.
Irony? isn't that what I got in my right leg a few years ago? No, wait, that was made of titanium, chromium cobalt and ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene--not iron. Oh well.
I am convinced that I have used the definition of 'ironic' very loosely in my life. This is the one regret I have of my quest to expand my vocabulary: that I have deemed things ironic that had absolutely no irony in them whatsoever.
Oh Joslynn! You know I know exactly what you're talking about. I love our neighborhood—it's never going to change either. You should write a book about our neighbors, or at least a short story. We've got some dynamic characters....
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