In a meadow near a field adjacent to an open area just to the South of the house where my kids used to collect supplements for an older gentleman who I knew in our local Bonding Authority, there was a gathering over the weekend of people who insist that they feel 'put upon' by a certain type of event. Even though costumes are rarely required, some feel that an effort could be helpful. If they can get back around to a side where nothing is visible only an occasional visitor will be asked to give assistance. Once the maps come out, our playful countenances will manifest an
aggrieved tone.
Usually in a scene like this, if I remember correctly, we take turns throwing pitiful hoops skyward in an effort to enforce stillness in a population of statistical bastards. You can see them hum if you watch carefully. All the teeth in China will no longer impress a likely opponent with your skillful appointment of rounds. They will take you into a car and bend something into a very impressive shape. We call that a small victory. Sometimes that's all it takes to keep us in the mood for a starlit evening under a tarp. We count on its protection in hours of need. Something will arise. Starting later in the year, we prefer to go in pairs. It should make the pain more endurable if such a thing is likely.
The one time a Lunar Eclipse took place near our trailer, my Dad went down to the attic and got a book where he read a true-life account about a woman who needed help with her dogs. It's important to note that he read the passage silently so we didn't find out about it until years later. No one knew why but we always felt 'funny' in situations like that. I usually wore a felt ranger's hat indoors, even before I went bald. My Mom used to scrape people's sheds to earn a few bucks for 'snack money'. This is why it's my policy to always appear to be telling the truth. Because the truth can sometimes hurt. And I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just couldn't help it. Oh well...
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