Sunday, January 10, 2010

Parsnips in the Sand......


We have good neighbors and friends. They live a block or so away, and are extremely helpful and good people. So it’s with a bit of concern that I write these thoughts, but some things need to get out! I have kept their names out of this so that no criminal intent can be blamed on me.

They were redoing their kitchen several years ago and were getting rid of their old refrigerator. They were paying the delivery company $40 to take it away. When we found out, we had it taken to our house for the same $40 (we did pay it) and it lives in my garage as the garage frig. I know it eats up some electricity, but it gives us great frig storage when we need it. It does not freeze in the very cold winter because some law of thermodynamics says freezers won’t work if the outside temp is below freezing, although frigs do work at that temperature. I asked a repair guy about it and he explained it and I never understood, I just smiled!

So, the now their frig is gone and he tells us last night that in his garage he has three or four barrels, filled with straw, and in these barrels he keeps vegetables! These are people who gave away a perfectly good frig and keep food in barrels! They live within walking distance of one supermarket and within five minutes of three more! They only have two people in the house! They keep vegetables in barrels of straw? On top of that, they tell me, they keep parsnips in sand! What the hell for? Who eats parsnips? If you ate them, how many could you eat that you’d have to keep a supply in the garage in sand?

She bought a giant size bag of carrots! She keeps them in the garage. He doesn’t eat carrots! She will turn orange trying to eat the carrots by herself!

I want to turn these people in the logic police but I can’t find their number.

He has retired. When he was semi-retired they redid the kitchen. Now that he is retired, he has fallen into the retiree renovation stereotype, the need to redo all we can see. He has redone the whole living room and dining room, ripping out the ceilings and replacing them, and now he is redoing all the bathrooms, so there are thrones available everywhere one can go. He keeps vegetables in the garage but will crap on a throne! The logic police must exist! We need them.

Next, after they run out of things to replace, they will probably sell the house, buy a condo and start taking cruises, along with all the other people who have done the same thing!

I want to go another way! I hope to be shot be a jealous husband while climbing out of a second floor bedroom window in about twenty years!

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