letting nature be
Admittedly, I am distracted by the slightest thing when I am weeding. As I have mentioned in previous posts, our lawn has not seen this amount of weeds in 8 years. So, every Saturday and other days when I can, I toil, pulling, digging, and cursing.
This particular Saturday, the neighborhood was rather quiet -- it's Memorial Day weekend and so folks are out in traffic or on the trails, but I did hear commotion in the house across the street and to the left. As is their right, they have five vehicles. Two in the driveway, one on the lawn, and two on the street. The two on the street have weeds growing up around them. Anyway, I heard a man yelling and a woman screaming in retort. He sounded extremely heated and she sounded as if she was trying to explain or calm him. I'd only ever seen two men in work-clothes going in and out of the place, so I was surprised to hear a female voice. I put down the pitchfork and listened harder for something that would indicate she was being struck. They continued to scream at one another, the volume increasing. I considered calling the police, and then stopped -- what if this was just a big fight? My husband and I have had big fights. What if this is their way of communicating? What if my meddling serves no purpose? Not entirely comfortable, I let it go and within about 5 minutes the noise stopped.
That same day I chose not to intervene when my 15-year-old cat cornered a bird on our porch. I felt horrible for the bird as I watched it for a few moments awaiting its fate. I walked away and went back to the pitchfork. About 1/2 an hour later, my cat walked by me licking her chops. I went to the porch and saw the remains on the doormat -- the gizzard, wings, and the feet. I had let nature take its course. Moments later, the woman from across the street came out onto her front stoop and spoke lovingly to her cat. After that, the man came out, cell phone in his ear, laughing. He got into one of the trucks on the street and drove away.
This particular Saturday, the neighborhood was rather quiet -- it's Memorial Day weekend and so folks are out in traffic or on the trails, but I did hear commotion in the house across the street and to the left. As is their right, they have five vehicles. Two in the driveway, one on the lawn, and two on the street. The two on the street have weeds growing up around them. Anyway, I heard a man yelling and a woman screaming in retort. He sounded extremely heated and she sounded as if she was trying to explain or calm him. I'd only ever seen two men in work-clothes going in and out of the place, so I was surprised to hear a female voice. I put down the pitchfork and listened harder for something that would indicate she was being struck. They continued to scream at one another, the volume increasing. I considered calling the police, and then stopped -- what if this was just a big fight? My husband and I have had big fights. What if this is their way of communicating? What if my meddling serves no purpose? Not entirely comfortable, I let it go and within about 5 minutes the noise stopped.
That same day I chose not to intervene when my 15-year-old cat cornered a bird on our porch. I felt horrible for the bird as I watched it for a few moments awaiting its fate. I walked away and went back to the pitchfork. About 1/2 an hour later, my cat walked by me licking her chops. I went to the porch and saw the remains on the doormat -- the gizzard, wings, and the feet. I had let nature take its course. Moments later, the woman from across the street came out onto her front stoop and spoke lovingly to her cat. After that, the man came out, cell phone in his ear, laughing. He got into one of the trucks on the street and drove away.
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