Funny Farm

Another morning of confusion, hallucinations, and defiant assurance there’s no one more sure of what’s what than Don. 

A dark, gray, and drizzly morning hugs our section of the ocean, one which Don can see clearly from his bedroom. In fact, he’s the only one with such a grand view from our house. One must crawl on the roof to see it all unfold in cinematic magic. That’s an option taken on by Kevin, on more than one occasion, looking to capture an amazing video. Hope he does as I need a new one for our Airbnb listings. 

Don: I woke up and saw a tractor going back and forth in front of the house. 

Kristy: What football game do you choose this Sunday morning? I know you will want Seahawks this afternoon. 

Don: What about the tractor?

Kristy: This is not a farm, dude. I have never seen a need for a tractor in our neighborhood. Heavy equipment is used when new houses are built. Is that what you saw? Maybe a backhoe?

Don: No, it was a tractor. 

Kristy: OK, a tractor. What would you like me to do with that piece of information in my PJ’s & robe?

Don: I don’t know. 

Kristy: Do you know why I’m not showered and dressed?

Don: No. 

Kristy: Because you left the water running in your bathroom again, and we have no hot water. You, me and our guests downstairs have no hot water. That’s the 3rd time this week. I will get you a washbasin, because I need to turn the faucets off in your bathroom. Do you understand why? 

Don: Oh, yeah, that. It wasn’t me. 

Kristy: No one but you in these rooms since last night. Had to be you. 

Don: I think maybe cats. 

Kristy: I think maybe not. 

The funny farm is not so funny on some days, especially before noon on a Sunday.

Note to Self: The next thing he’s going to tell me is the cats were driving the tractor.