Don complained his room is locked and nobody has keys. I try to be patient and sit down to listen.
Don: I bet the housekeeper has keys. She is strange.
Kristy: …. and you think I would give keys to someone strange?
Don: You know what I mean.
Kristy: I’m not sure you even know what you mean. After 11:00 p.m. you need to be sleeping, and no one but me has a key to let you out of your room first thing in the morning. You have everything you need right here in your room. We don’t have 24/7 staff in this house, so everyone has to suffer from a bit of inconvenience.
Don: There was a female NASCAR driver here, and she parked her car right next to my bed.
This is the second sighting of a car parked in his bedroom. Of course, this one had to be a female driver (there are not many), and how can he, a former engineering student, fathom a race car would fit in his bedroom?
Kristy: Can we talk about this later? We have many family guests arriving soon for the 4th of July celebration weekend, and I’m busy with a 100 things. Do you think discussing keys for your escape at midnight is important enough to make it a priority?
Don: Is the blood pressure machine out and available?
Kristy: No, but I can get it.
Don: I like to keep track and write it down.
Kristy: Since when? It’s been 2 years since your stroke and you have never, I repeat NEVER, recorded your own BP.
Don: It’s been 2 years?
Note to Self: Trust me, goofy dude, you are the only strange creature on the block, or the loop, as it’s called by our neighbors.