Works of fiction appearing here are © 2011-2018 by Jack H. Tyler, and are not to be assumed to lie in the public domain.
Any reproduction of this material is prohibited without the express written permission of the author.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Having a Bad Day, Are You?

          "There is only one trait that marks the writer.  He is always watching.  It's a kind of trick of the mind, and he is born with it."
                              ~ MORLEY CALLAGHAN

          You know, some days are more entertaining than others.   Also more instructive.  I don't get out much these days.  It's strictly by choice; I've spent most of my life "out," and I'm enjoying the home that I put together over my working life.  I don't miss it out there.  It's too "peopley" to suit me, but I get plenty of stimulation at home.  At this very moment, my son and three of my grandkids are over for a visit, and things have taken a turn for the exciting.
          It's fairly well-known that I live in a mobile home park.  It's the 90210 of mobile home parks, and I have it on good authority that Jerry Springer has not recruited one guest from out community.  That doesn't mean the place is without its moments, though.  Our neighbors up the hill sold their place and moved a few weeks ago.  Over the last week, a crew has been here preparing to move it somewhere else.  Don't know, don't care, but earlier this afternoon there was a bit of a commotion, some unexpectedly loud noises, a ripping sound, a couple of booms, and I stepped out onto my porch to see this:

          Apparently, they got the wheels under it, and it started rolling.  They had a pickup truck hooked up to the end that you can't see, and of course it got dragged right along with it.  It stopped when it slammed into the hill hard enough to lift the wheels at this end off the ground.  The picture was taken about 5:00 PM, and if you look closely at the little pole lamp at the top of the retaining wall, you can see that it has just come on.  It's 8:00 PM as I write this, and it hasn't moved an inch.  This is a dead-end street.  There are two houses on the other side of that train wreck, and one of them belongs to the community manager.  What she thinks of this I haven't heard, but her assistant doesn't live in the park, and her car is trapped on the other side of this.  If they haven't gotten that moved by about 10:00 (and I don't see how that's possible), I'm going to offer her a spot on my couch.
          And people wonder where I get my ideas...  I don't have to "get" anything, they come to my door unbidden!  Now, I'm not one to make light of another's misfortune, but it's uncanny how, no matter how bad a day you're having, you don't have to look far to find someone who's having a worse one.  I don't know how these things get started.  I don't know why two guys with a pickup truck thought they could move a double-wide mobile home, and I don't know how they convinced the owner that it was possible.  But maybe that's my superpower; I've always been able to look at a job and accurately assess whether I would be able to do it, or if I needed to call in a professional.  It's hard for me to understand how other people can't see it, but it's our differences that make it interesting!
          Anyway, this little drama fell out of the sky today, and while I'm sure it didn't happen solely for my entertainment, don't fault me for finding the humor in it.  That said, I wouldn't be one of those guys for all the tea in China!  I wish them luck, and they have my sympathy, but I do appreciate the snicker.  Now, I'm off to play a little bit, and I hope your day tomorrow goes better than these guys has today, but if the roof does fall in on you, no pun intended, look around.  It won't be long before you realize your troubles aren't so big after all.
          Read well, and write better, and have a great weekend!

All the best,
~ Jack

No comments:

Post a Comment