Safety First

One afternoon, me and the New Boyfriend were walking the field adjacent to the yellow house. Again, he voiced his concern that I was alone on the property and did a safety check with me…take my cell phone whenever I’m walking…don’t walk after dark…if I see someone…run away as I’m dialing 911…I nodded my head politely and assured him with an eye roll in my voice I knew how to manage being alone.  I was a little insulted…just because I jumped into a lake and broke my back doesn’t mean I’m completely without common sense…Sheesh…

Then he came up with this magnificent scheme: I could walk the perimeter along the road with the shot gun under my arm so people would think I was the “crazy old woman in the yellow house”.

“I’ll wear my white cotton nightgown and old black cardigan, too.”

“And a bad hat…you need a bad hat…”

Ha! I’m already two up on him. A few fine early October days found me walking  to the lake in my white nightgown and old black cardigan. I’ve got a couple of bad hats I should wear the next time I take a stroll in my white nightgown.


About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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7 Responses to Safety First

  1. Michelle says:

    HAHAH…I think that sounds like the perfect outfit.


  2. Ha! I’ve always wanted to be a crazy woman on a farm with a shotgun! Just think of the great stories you’d have!


  3. Are you sure you don’t need gumboots? I’m thinking that might add a certain je ne sais quoi.


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