Turn, Turn, Turn

Posted: Monday, October 24, 2011 at 10:00 am
By: Doug Lund
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“Honey, have you seen the tree in the neighbor’s yard across the street?” Linda  said this morning while pouring me a second cup of coffee.  “The house that’s for sale?” I said. “Yeah, come take a look. We’ve lived here for decades and I don’t ever remember those leaves turning such a beautiful color.”

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After our recent New England trip, I guess we consider ourselves to be experts in the art of fall foliage appreciation. Just as impressive to me, though, was my wife’s cheerful disposition.  We don’t have knock down drag outs when there’s a disagreement. (okay, fight) It just gets mighty quiet around the house until one of us breaks the ice. There’s usually a mutual apology and that’s pretty much the end of it.  

Our troubles began a few days ago when we met up with friends, Denny and Joan, for a drink at one of our favorite local establishments. As we were chatting, a lady from the next table came over to ours insisting that she knows Joanie from bowling years and years ago. Joan politely said she didn’t remember but the lady kept coming over insisting they were long lost buddies. Then she came over to me and said, “Hey, aren’t you the guy from TV?” I believed she called me Dave. When I said yes, I extended my hand and, with a note of sarcasm, insisted she tell me her name. Instead of conveying the message that her regular trips to our table were becoming annoying, she felt comfortable enough in our relationship to come over one more time to tell me about some wonderful new diet supplement she was selling guaranteed to improve my health. (Lose weight)  It was at this point that I’d had enough and, boosted by the bravado that only happy hour beverages provide, I told her I wanted no part of her pyramid scheme, asked her to leave and bother us no more. Linda..who is a good person and hates conflict and public embarrassment,  wasn’t too pleased with how I handled the situation and indicated as much. Since I had my own transportation, I left and that’s how it came to be a bit chilly and quiet around our house this weekend.

“That tree really is pretty, I said, especially in contrast to the yellow-leaf maple in our own front yard.”

“I love you, you know.”

“I  love you too.”

7 Comments

  1. Mike H says:

    The beauty of, and the problem with, bars! I have been mistaken for Chad, Jack, Dan, Dan, Craig, Mark, and who knows who else over the years. I have yet to find a perfect way to handle it. I think you showed good restraint! Many people just have no manners.

    The worst was when a drunk, thinking I was Tom Maxwell, told me he thought I had been killed in a car accident a couple of years back! Nice way to open a conversation!

  2. Eric says:

    Looking at all the trees in the background, you guys have a lot of leaves left to pick up. Our west side neighborhood is full of ash trees, and we are just about done with falling leaves. It looks like you will have to wait a couple weeks yet.

  3. Eric says:

    P.S. Is Big Red ready to take on the resposibility as “leaf hauler” yet? I bet that is when he will start giving you the attitude the White Lightnin’ was known for.

  4. LeAnn says:

    Gee I hate it when this happens. Apperantly this gal started her happy hour way before you got there. Some people take that liquid courage to a whole new level. We have those quiet times at my house every once in a while too. I call them a “refresher course”. I’m afraid I would have said something too Dave…

  5. Rick Bush says:

    Sometimes the silence works in your favor, especially if a good football game is scheduled for the day.

  6. john mogen says:

    Glad you had the courage to tell the lady it was time to “leaf!”

  7. Michael says:

    Next time try “I’m sorry, but you’ve confused me with someone who cares.” That usually works.

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