The cartons of Girl Scout cookies next to my dining room table are slowly disappearing. The girls are working booth sales and carrying them to school and church.
An older lady at church walks up to Naomi who set up on a bench on the patio and says. "Oh dear, I just bought seven boxes from someone else!"
"You can freeze them!" Naomi quips, just like her troop leader taught her.
"Oh well, you got me." She laughs and opens her wallet.
Cookies sold by cute little children ... What a racket! Man, am I sick of these things and there's still weeks to go.
At church, when my husband ran to the car to retrieve more cookies, he heard the helicopters circling above. He climbed into the car the gather boxes and they began talking on their bullhorns again. At first it was the usual...
"WE HAVE YOU COMPLETELY SURROUNDED"
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS VISIBLE"
But then they said something that really made him take notice:
"IF YOU DON'T COME OUT WE WILL ATTACK!"
That was a new one. We see and hear the police choppers all the time here, we don't even think about it anymore. It's amazing what one can get used to!
"People are willing to take these extraordinary chances to become writers, musicians, or painters, and because of them, we have a culture. If this ever stops, our culture will die, because most of our culture, in fact, has been created by people that got paid nothing for it--people like Edgar Allan Poe, Vincent Van Gogh or Mozart."-Kurt Vonnegut