Adventure (cont'd)
The tractor stood tall next to the quonset, or so the shadow made it seem in the early morning light. It was a regal sight. I took a deep breath and heavily sighed aloud. The tractor would never again chug up and down the rows of the field, I mourned. Just a month ago the engine block cracked, the gear broke off because of the accident, and Tommy crashed it into the northeast side of the house.
Poor Tommy. Dad is still cracking his whip at my brother every day to repair the damage of his escapade. Fortunately we had yards of plastic to protect the innards of the house from wind, rain, and those pesky skunks that were sure to vengefully deodorize our house. The hole is approximately the size of a full-sized Ford F150 and leads into the reading room. My brother isn't the shiniest coin of the bunch, but his curiosity and young ignorance is rather charming to people. Though he doesn't date much. I don't think he knows what to do with a girl. I mean, he doesn't understand what it takes to have a meaningful relationship.
But nor do I. I mean a relationship means being friends, talking, dating, getting married, having kids, years of stressing out, and finally death (at least in my experience). Sex is overrated and I have other things to do. But I think about it constantly. It must be the devil -- pesky fella.
Clearing my throat and passing the tractor I saw that dad was in the quonset already banging on something metallic.
"Whad'ya got there dad?"
"Oh, umm, your mother's earrings. I thought they were scrap metal and nearly welded them to replace the metal support bar on the back of the broken computer chair in the office. I'm bending them back into shape. Don't tell your mother," he said hurriedly trying not to get too distracted.
"Not a peep" and I walked out of the entry way of the quonset and back towards the house. Frank was peeing on the front tire of my truck. He looked really pleased with what he had done and walked up to me wagging his tale and panting heavily. The foreign smells from my trip yesterday must have sparked Frank's territorial instinct, or perhaps he enjoyed making things stinky. I don't know.
Originally I had come outside expecting the unexpected adventure to crop up and whisk me away to a far off place full of mystery and danger. It hasn't happened yet, but I'm convinced it will.
Poor Tommy. Dad is still cracking his whip at my brother every day to repair the damage of his escapade. Fortunately we had yards of plastic to protect the innards of the house from wind, rain, and those pesky skunks that were sure to vengefully deodorize our house. The hole is approximately the size of a full-sized Ford F150 and leads into the reading room. My brother isn't the shiniest coin of the bunch, but his curiosity and young ignorance is rather charming to people. Though he doesn't date much. I don't think he knows what to do with a girl. I mean, he doesn't understand what it takes to have a meaningful relationship.
But nor do I. I mean a relationship means being friends, talking, dating, getting married, having kids, years of stressing out, and finally death (at least in my experience). Sex is overrated and I have other things to do. But I think about it constantly. It must be the devil -- pesky fella.
Clearing my throat and passing the tractor I saw that dad was in the quonset already banging on something metallic.
"Whad'ya got there dad?"
"Oh, umm, your mother's earrings. I thought they were scrap metal and nearly welded them to replace the metal support bar on the back of the broken computer chair in the office. I'm bending them back into shape. Don't tell your mother," he said hurriedly trying not to get too distracted.
"Not a peep" and I walked out of the entry way of the quonset and back towards the house. Frank was peeing on the front tire of my truck. He looked really pleased with what he had done and walked up to me wagging his tale and panting heavily. The foreign smells from my trip yesterday must have sparked Frank's territorial instinct, or perhaps he enjoyed making things stinky. I don't know.
Originally I had come outside expecting the unexpected adventure to crop up and whisk me away to a far off place full of mystery and danger. It hasn't happened yet, but I'm convinced it will.
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