June 26, 2017
Before getting into today’s post, I just wanted to share a quick update on my injured hubby.
Sarah and I have been doing our best to take good care of him while he recuperates and one way we do that is to help re-wrap his hand every day.
And don’t tell his doctor but he played bass in church yesterday morning. He only had three fingers available instead of his usual four but he still managed to do an outstanding job. When you consider that he has spent four decades placing particular fingers on particular strings, you can only imagine the mental and physical gymnastics that were required to reconfigure all those placements at the speed of music.
I attended a 6-hour CPR/AED/First Aid Class on Saturday required by my preschool job. (Since we live at the beach, the instructor thought the dummy needed sunglasses.)
The instructor was a police officer for a while before he joined the Coast Guard. He spent many years jumping out of helicopters to rescue people from the ocean before performing high stress, high-speed emergency First Aid and CPR on them while flying in a bumpy helicopter. I can’t quite imagine having a job that required me to jump out of helicopters but he said that after a while it just becomes routine. Yeah, right.
A few nights ago the weather was one step beyond perfect so Sarah and I decided to take ourselves off for a walk along the Manteo waterfront.
We hadn’t really been planning to eat anything but it suddenly occurred to us that it was dinnertime and we were hungry so we found seats on the back deck of one of our favorite sandwich places, Poor Richards.
My view was lovely for three reasons: Sarah, boats and water.
It was wonderful to have the chance to just sit and chat and be enveloped by the quiet evening and the gathering dusk. Sarah and I are inveterate people-watchers so throughout our times of companionable chatter, we kept our eyes (and ears) attuned to what was on around us.
One of our favorite people-watching activities is to surreptitiously observe couples around us. We try to figure out (by body language and/or snatches of overheard conversation) if they are 1. married 2. if they are newlyweds vs.
old-timers 3. if they have recently met 4. if they’re just friends 5. if they’ve been dating a long time.
With one couple we analyzed, we eventually came to the conclusion that they were fairly new acquaintances and were just friends, as opposed to being romantically involved.
We are so easily entertained.
One sight that we definitely couldn’t overlook was the table beside us. When we arrived, the items were there and an hour later, they still hadn’t been moved.
As hard as we tried to think of a reason for someone to take up an entire table with two takeout containers and (of all things) a pocketbook, we were unable to come up with anything. The only thing we knew for sure was that whomever the pocketbook belonged had to be an exceedingly trusting soul.
Finally, just as we were getting ready to leave, a woman and her small daughter came out of the restaurant and gathered up the purse and takeout containers before disappearing back inside. Just like it was no big deal.
I told Sarah it was a good thing that she and I were not of the criminal variety or that purse would have been long gone!
So all in all, between the halcyon weather enjoying and the chicken sandwich sharing, and the fascinating couple-watching, and the puzzling purse-wondering, we ended up with a memorable and sweet mother-daughter evening.
As darkness began to fall, we left downtown Manteo behind . . .
and took ourselves back down the road to where Steve and Summer and the peace of home awaited.
What about you? Do you love to watch people? If so, what do you enjoy about it the most?
And one more question. Can you think of ANY possible reason why someone would leave a purse on a table for an hour? (Yeah, me either.)
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.