Is it just me or is the sight of a shadow of a cloud passing over the mountains one of the coolest things to see?
It’s perfect on a relaxing Sunday afternoon when you’re outside just watching the world go by. Or at least this little part of it here in Fayette County. The county fair has wrapped up so people aren’t out and about as much as they were through the week and are probably napping off ten- thousand or so calories of fried foods that they took in over the past few days.
Though plenty of people were out shopping today when I needed to be out there. But that’s always the case when I’m trying to get anything done. You think you’ve seen a Wal-Mart checkout line go slow? You haven’t seen nothing ’till I’ve picked a line. Out-of-date coupons, writing a check to pay for half of the order without a pen, searching for change from the bottom of a ten-gallon purse…? Whoever is in front of me is guaranteed to do that and more.
People are still wearing their county fair kind of outfits out there too – plenty of camouflage (in hat, shirt, shorts and shoes options), muscle shirts with some version of the American flag, and one guy who’s torn and stained t-shirt read “Out Drinking Moonshine”. Ahh, Fayette County, I don’t get you at all, but I love you anyway… After all, where else can you watch an 85-year old man cruise up and down the streets of the neighborhood on his motorized wheelchair with his grandson on his lap acting like they’re in a go-cart and moving faster than half the cars that are going by? And where else can you see people in short-shorts, knee-length black dress socks and a pair of brightly colored Crocs out for lunch at a downtown restaurant acting like they dressed up for the occasion? No, I’m not judging, I’m just enjoying all of the local color. It makes life more interesting.
I’m not sure how Graham (the cat who thinks like a dog) is adjusting to this area of the country so far either. He’s a cold-weather boy by birth and hasn’t made many friends since leaving “his people” back in Minnesota. He gets along well with a 20-25 pound groundhog who lives just at the edge of our yard – they seem to have built some mutual respect there somehow – but any other animal he sees he just takes as a threat. The other day we were outside when one of the neighbors came walking by with her large golden retriever and stopped to talk. And, seeing Romeo step just one paw into our yard, Graham came running over, punched him in the nose and stood in front of him growling. This is MY turf.
I’ve seen feral cats running for the woods like their tail was on fire, with an orange and white blur chasing them until they passed out of the range of our yard and Graham trotting back to the front walk with a smug look of success on his face. And, just the other day a huge Rottweiler came into the yard barking his head off and Graham just walked up to him with an incredulous look on his face like You really want a piece of me?
I think that 90-100 pound dog was just a bit out of Graham’s weight class so I had to pick him up and carry him in. And I think he’s still a bit bitter at me doubting his skills…
So we each have our own way of adapting to a new area I guess. I write and he plays neighborhood watch (or neighborhood bully – I’m not sure which one). I haven’t been here long enough for Fayette County to make it into the writing, but it’s got enough unique characters around to inspire some stories. And, as if to prove my point on what I thought was going to be a quiet afternoon, remember that grandpa from down the street? He just got into a race with a couple of kids in a golf cart and I’m putting my money down on the old man if there are any takers out there…