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.