Since the October 31st Halloween 5K, I’ve only suited up once to head out for a walk.
No reason. Just that every time I thought about suiting up, which
includes all the extras utilized to support my weak areas -- knee braces, ankle
braces, special walking socks, I became exhausted just thinking of having to put
all that stuff on.
I came up with a strategy this morning that, when dressing for
the day, I would henceforth automatically add support gear, thinking it would
encourage me to get out and walk since I already had the gear on.
Along around 10 a.m., I went down to check the mailbox, looking
for a package which should have arrived last week. It wasn’t there, so instead
of heading back upstairs to work on that needlepoint project, I drove to a
local park, where I put in some miles.
I was all alone in the park, but it’s in the middle of a
neighborhood surrounded by homes, so I felt safe. UNTIL, a black car, with
windows so tinted that I could not see who was driving, pulled up to the curb, parked
and the occupant did not get out.
I’d originally assumed it was someone coming to walk or run in
the park, but when the driver did not get out, I became suspicious it might be
one of those pervert who expose themselves when a female walks by the car.
Taking a route through the park, away from where the black car
was parked, I returned to my car and ended the walk at 2 miles.
Once back at the complex, I saw the mailman making deliveries.
Anxious for that package, I waited in the Community Room for him to finish.
While waiting, one of the residents told a funny story about how
her now deceased husband was elected to be a pallbearer, ended up at the wrong
funeral, acted as pallbearer for a man associated with a bunch of young bikers
… all the while thinking, “I didn’t know James knew these kinds of people.”
One can only image the attendees were thinking … “I didn’t know
James knew any old black men.”
The Seer then mentioned her son -- a police detective in another
state, flew in for a visit last night and was out exercising at the park.
There are just two parks in the area, so a light bulb went off
and I asked, “Is your son driving a black car?”
I told The Seer about the car, and how I’d gotten nervous
because the driver never got out.
“Oh, that wasn’t him. He wouldn’t do that. He’d have gotten
right out and started running around, unless he was on his phone”.
A little while later, The Seer stood up because she saw her son’s
car reentering the complex.
I looked and ... “That’s the same car I saw at the park”, says I.
A few minutes later, The Seer answers her cell phone. It was her
Now keep in mind, she was on her phone, so I was only privy to
her side of the conversation.
“Son, when you were at the park, did you see a lady walking with
“You scared her”
“She thought you were a pervert.”
“Because you didn’t get out of the car.”
“Why were you sitting there so long?”
Once she ended the call, I never did get a clear answer as to
what he was doing sitting so long in the car, other than “My son is deep. He’s
into a lot of things.”
At any rate, his being a detective and all, I’m sure he’ll
understand my caution, but what are the odds ... The Seer’s son.
Elsewhere on the complex, when the now out-of-a-job maintenance
man and his wife went down to the office on Monday to find out about a unit
they’d been told was being made available for them, they encountered Nurse
Ratched, who insisted, “I never told you that”. He said the Assistant Manager was present when Nurse Ratched had told him about the unit but, being as how she's spineless and afraid, backed up Nurse Ratched ... "We never told you that".
Residents, who’ve experienced similar instances of, “We didn’t
tell you that … You never gave us that” have warned us all, more than once, “in dealing
with the office, get a copy, get it in writing, record the conversation”.
I’ve never ever seen out-of-a-job maintenance man as angry as he was today, when telling me, “I’m getting the hell outta
He and his wife have plans to move out tomorrow and in with their son until they find an apartment.
So sad. Christmas decorations gone, items in boxes.
I just don’t get how people who lie, and are cruel to others, can justify their actions and live with