[at-l] Someone to hike with Jerry!

[Kent Gardam]

Twilight.  Everyday it seemed to come a blessed moment earlier. It was that time of the day when the checkerboard next to the stove at Charlie and Irma's general store had been folded up and there were no more kings to be crowned.  That old phone finally stopped ringing.  No more calls about that new gingham pattern that everyone was so wrought up about and whether Betty Sue would look exactly like Charlie May at the harvest dance, or whether the shipment of the ten-penny nails had come in or even whether glucosamine would work on the old sow, Elizabeth, who was having so much trouble getting around after her fourteenth litter, this one of fourteen piglets.  Now what were the odds against that?
   
  Irma had managed to bake up a batch of oatmeal blueberry cookies during a slow period just after lunch.   It never ceased to amaze Charlie how she could create those crisp little nuggets of blueberry-dom inside those cookies.  Everyone else who tried ended up with mushy purple spots in their cookies.  A claim to fame, it was a secret skill that Irma would probably take to her grave. 
   
  Charlie flipped over the "open" sign hanging in the front door and thought once again about how he needed to paint that door one day before winter, then grabbed a particularly well matched pair of those oatmeal treats and wandered out back down the path towards the stream.  Just where it babbled past the old rotten stump and over those black and silver rocks that didn't look like any of the others in the county, a little pool had formed again.  The beavers had been continuing with their never-ending chore of trying to monopolize the watersupply for their own use.  Just there in the shaft of sunlight, what was that splash?  Again, a little to the right.   Yup, the trout were back, it must be fall again in the high country.  Won't be long now, Charlie thought, and we'll be seeing Mr. Paws, that old black bear who so loved his trout.  Maybe I should leave him one of Irma's oatmeal blueberry surprises.

Marsha <atrailhiker at adelphia.net> wrote:
  .....but he should have known that cutting damp grass with a dull bladed 
lawnmower could would most definitely produce an ugly lawn, and probably 
leave damaged spots.........that would take a long time to regrow.......

Marsha
"StarLyte" .......I'll toast my wine glass at 2:00 p.m........

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Felix J" 
Cc: 
Sent: Monday, September 04, 2006 10:49 AM
Subject: Re: [at-l] Someone to hike with Jerry!


> marytinvb at aol.com wrote:
>
>> Hi Jerry! I noticed you apparently like jazz and wanted to maybe hook 
>> you up with my soon-to-be-ex-husband and his new girlfriend. His name is 
>> Hugh Richard Trotter and his girlfriend is Cheryl Deponceau (who 
>> apparently thinks she's "cute"), and they live in Chesapeake, Virginia. 
>> He would be an excellent hiking companion for you and he loves to travel 
>> and listen to jazz. And she would be an excellent hiking companion as 
>> well because she manipulates people and convinces them that they would be 
>> better off leaving the family penniless, so I'm sure she could navigate a 
>> good trail for the two of you.
>>
>> Although he deserted me and the children a few months ago, apparently he 
>> treats his friends a lot better. I'd like to do some light hiking in the 
>> wooded areas around Virginia Beach if anyone lives down this way.
>>
>>
>
> The mower never did run right. He knew it. It got him by, though, so he
> just left it as is. As the sun settled in the west the shadows grew
> longer and the yard darker. He chugged along, wanting to get done before
> the game started. An occasional miss in the engine reminded him of a
> tractor his father had when he was a child.
>
> The air, cool without the sun to warm it, was moist and heavy. As the
> evening's dew started to blanket everything exposed, the traction
> started to go away. Had he known of the dangers of mowing a dew-covered
> lawn on an ill-running mower as twilight walked around, he'd have
> stopped right then. But, he didn't. No, he didn't.
>
>
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