Funmurphys: the Blog

No Body Does Anything About It

Yesterday was a scorcher here. Naturally, I did yard work last evening -- mainly spreading mulch to keep my poopsies's roots cool and moist. So after I was finished and I was moving the sprinkler to water the mulch I had just emplaced, I went to meet the new neighbors who were moving a few things in. I'm sure they were happy to see me coming what with sweat pouring off me, grime clinging to my clothes, and a certain air, if you know what I mean, emanating from me. But they were polite and soon my wife and daughter joined me after their jaunt to the source of inexpensive goods. They were shortly followed by another neighbor taking the trash out. Welcome to the neighborhood and I hope you don't mind us swarming. I won't wonder if they run when they see me coming in the future.

And then it was off to walk the dog, because I didn't want to take a shower and then go back out into the tropical rainforest immediately afterwards. And despite the fact that the night was oppressive with a surplus of heat and humidity, everybody was out. Why pay for a sauna when you can just walk out your front door and bask in the moist heat? It made for a very slow walk because the funWife and I were stopping every other house to chat. It would have been enjoyable, and ultimately funny if it weren't so darn unpleasant to be outdoors. And we weren't even wearing a fur coat like the dog. When we saw the last possible neighbor drag her trash to the curb behind us, the other fearless leader wasn't kidding when she said "run!"