This is a twist on the “Baking Pies” observation I made earlier.
The homes along the street where my oldest daughter lives are close together.
Her neighbors argue with dirt about who witnessed more during the creation of the universe. As dirt and the neighbors grow even older my daughter worries about the female neighbor stepping out of one of the family trucks and into a window well next to the driveway. The well is quite close to where the neighbor lady stumbles around as she searches the neighborhood for things to report to the city and the police.
She did have her name in the paper not so long ago for being ticketed. She was upset with a neighbor. His tree was dropping pine needles onto her yard so she packed up a few bushel baskets of them and dumped them on his front porch. Feisty, plucky little hen … I guess …!
As we spent a beautiful Sunday afternoon using the post hole digger to place some posts for a little fence to keep her safe and continuing on her quest to amuse the neighborhood, she discovered us. Out the door she came, assessed the situation, and decided my daughter needed a storm window and screen on the basement window in the well.
Lucky for us, she had ordered some from somewhere and the wrong ones came. She had an aluminum storm and an aluminum screen she was just sure would be perfect for the daughter’s window.
The units were specifically manufactured to be used for windows with the matching track slots the little tabs were made for. They were also at least six inches too small both in height and width.
Undeterred, she kept waving the screen between me and the window area we were working on saying things like, “Larry, you can do anything. Are you sure you can’t make it work? They are very expensive. You can have them. Can’t you make them bigger? There are some holes there that must be for a storm window.”
I tried to explain how the window had a crank on it and was opened from the inside. It swung open to the outside. If a storm or screen was placed on it from outside it would prohibit it from opening. The storm and screen were too small for occupants to use for an exit. That would nullify the purpose of the window in the first place. The window already had double, insulated glass. They would be better, but not much better, to be used on my daughter’s car.
We speak different languages sometimes don’t we? We all use the same words, but along the way, we started using them for more than one meaning. We look at the world differently. Obviously we experience the world differently.
If I smelled a pie baking as the odors wafted from her kitchen window while we were working next door and remembered I got some rosemary by mistake last time I was a the store, I would be duty bound to go next door and demand she try to use it on her pie. She can cook anything. I have no idea why she couldn’t use the spices I got by mistake in her recipe. Perhaps she could sprinkle some on the pie as it cooled.
She likes cooking. The spices are so expensive these days. It only makes sense.
-- Chance Four "Not Just a Second Chance"