Things got off to an unusually busy start this cold December morning with a call from New Full-time Neighbor L*: “Mom and I were just going out to the car when four guys in a pickup drove right up to the house. They said they were lost. Now I’m guiding them out to the road, but it’s freaking me out. What to do?”
I told her to stay in the car and on the phone, not adding that the Jeep is an inch-deep in frost and might even be reluctant to start so I wouldn’t be making any very quick trips. Pulled on my snowmobile gloves and ran out to scrape the windshield and start the engine.
Wasn’t too worried because I’m pretty sure it’s deer hunting season and people** do sometimes get lost out here. Hell, I did it myself on my second visit. I told her one late night I had a car full of Mormon missionaries in my yard, had to get dressed and guide them out. Sooner or later they get desperate enough to find a live person and confess their problem – though I confess a truckload of rough-looking guys is not to be taken lightly. L was, no doubt, completely unarmed.
So she made it to the county road and the truck turned the other way and wasn’t following L and her mom any more, and I came down off DEFCON 2. The Jeep was already warming up, so LB and I went for a quick walky and then a nice Jeep ride to check S&L’s house – Yeah, I promised in case the bad men doubled back – close her driveway gate and go check the chickens at Landlady’s.
And now the cabin’s nice and warm, the batteries are nearly charged (at 9 AM with the ‘pooter going!) and I’ve got some keyboard work to do, having already finished the chicken, dog and neighbor chores. It’s the first of the month, so later when it warms up a bit I’ll go check electrolyte levels on neighborhood batteries.
*Can’t have two Neighbors L. I’m even confusing myself. Need a new designator here.