A fox walked through our backyard this evening. I was like, “Hey.” And the fox was like, “Hey yourself.”
Whatever happened to “Hey / Hey yourself” conversations? Simple, short acknowledgments — I should start having more of those because this morning I blew it.
I was mowing the lawn and a woman walked by with her two dogs. I stopped mowing because I didn’t want to scare the dogs or run the risk of grass hitting them or whatever. For years, people have cut the mower when I walk by and I’ve always thought, “Now this is what modern civilization looks like.” But today, when I cut the mower a giant hush fell over Rockford and probably all of Illinois. It was eerily quiet for a full second before I broke that god-awful silence.
“Good morning,” I said with a big, dumb smile. “How are you?”
“Morning,” she said back to me. “How are you?”
I could tell she just wanted to walk her dogs in peace, but I wasn’t having it.
“Not bad, not bad,” I said as I wiped imaginary perspiration from my brow. “Figured I’d mow before it got too hot.”
“What beautiful dogs!”
“Thanks,” she said. “How are you?”
“Not bad, not bad.”
“Well, have a good one.”
“You too!” Then I looked at her dogs and said, “Stay cool!”
A simple “Hey / Hey yourself” would have sufficed. I’ll get there one day. Gotta work on it. Until then, a poem.
mastering the art of polite conversation would mean no more war
Thanks for reading my late night blog. -Connie