I check in over at the hardware store every week to see if my back-ordered dolly is in yet. I ordered it off of a sale flyer way back in July or August and it hasn’t come in yet.
Every week Danny tells me the same thing—it’s still on back-order. I thank him, but have to confess I am beginning to feel like I am being ignored.
Then last week a fellow was backing out of his driveway as I was walking down the road in Midway. He didn’t seem to be noticing me!
So I stopped and gave him some (friendly, five-fingered) hand signals to help him out. Once he did get backed onto the street he rolled his window down and told me that with three mirrors and a back-up camera he still hadn’t noticed me until I was waving at him.
It used to be Special K’s job to ignore me— now it appears others have come along to help with that.
The subject under discussion at the meeting was how loud and how late music should be permitted at rock concerts on the Rock Creek fair grounds —specifically how much extra noise and such the nearby neighbors should have to put up with.
One fellow stood up and started to explain something from his perspective and, seeing as the fellow is a senior citizen, his explanation came from experience. The meeting was specifically discussing what should be the appropriate time to require outdoor music to be turned off.
Last year—the first year for the Ponderosa Festival— their contract allowed the music to be played past 2 a.m. Quite reasonably – the neighbors felt that was far too late.
One fellow suggested that quiet time should be set at 11 p.m.—the same policy that is used for campgrounds during fair weekend.
But many felt that 11 was too early and so this senior citizen stood up to tell the story of his success at a bull sale in Kamloops some years ago. It seems he’d done quite well by the auctioneer and there was a party back at his hotel that night.
This fellow still remembered the fun he’d had and that prompted him to speak in favour of letting things roll on until at least midnight.
But the devil is in the details and pretty soon it came out that a band was traipsing up and down the hall on the fifth floor of his hotel and of complaints coming from all the way down on the second floor.
I’m not too sure he made his point there that the kids should be allowed to party on or not?
He appeared to lose all credibility with one young woman in the audience when he mentioned that all this took place in 1968.
She let out a little guffaw like she didn’t believe that 1968 ever really existed or something. I took her to task after the meeting. I told her it was a real year and, in fact, some of us had even graduated from high school in 1968.
I moved a cabinet away from the wall the other day to hook up some speaker wires and found an old dry-erase message board behind there. Special K had put it there sometime over the last ten years.
It still had a honey-do-list written on it. I was going to erase it, but when I took a close look I discovered that everything on the list had been done. So instead of erasing it I am going to lacquer it and put it on my trophy wall.