I was sitting here writing an absorbing blog entry. For a class. Yeah, we have blogs in school now! Boy, times have changed since the first time I went to college. I think the computer had just recently been invented then.
Anyway, as I was blogging away, I peripherally noticed a large vehicle slowly going by the house. I figured it was a trash truck or some other similar thing. A few minutes later, Magnum came by and says, "What's happening?!", not in the rhetorical way, but like really wondering.
"Huh?", I intelligently responded
"Paramedics and a fire truck", was his incomplete sentence reply.
Sure enough, something was going down at the house across the street. And once again, I'm reminded how little I know our neighbors across the street, even though they've lived there the whole time we've lived here.
This bothers me because, what I do know about them, I like. They're a couple, a few years older than us - late 50s I'd guess. If they have kids, they're up and out of the house. They've got a couple of dogs they regularly take to the dog park. He, I think, does contract work. I have no idea what she does. In fact, I have rarely talked with her at all other than a wave and such while out collecting mail.
He is very friendly in a neighbor-across-the-street-I-don't-really-know kind of way. He's often working on something in the garage, or plotting in the early morning hours with a fellow contractor. I never see them in the evenings, just mainly him in early mornings when I'm coming in from a run.
He teases me with things like, "Y'know, it's easier to drive!", or "If you get hit by a car, it's not because the driver can't see those shoes!"
It seemed like the paramedics were in the house for a long time. Don't they know that spies like us want answers? Eventually they emerged, and the woman was loaded onto a gurney and into the ambulance after slowly walking out of the house under her own power.
The fact that she was awake and walking and that the ambulance didn't go speeding off with siren blaring are good signs. Husband followed in his vehicle.
As for me, the mongrel bit leg is healing nicely.
Magnum asked me this morning, "Did you put hydrogen peroxide on it?"
Me: No, that stuff stings!
Magnum: But it prevents infection.
Me: Oh hell, the rabies is going to kill me anyway.
But now we wait on news of the neighbor, hoping she's okay.
How well do you know your neighbors?