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Handy Man

Guy travels around looking for yard work.

Today is the second time he’s come by here. The first was a couple of years ago, when he claimed that he had done work on this house before. Said he couldn’t remember any names, but that he was looking for “some old lady”. She was nice, and he wanted to talk to her. He pointed out to me how he had trimmed back the pine tree in front of the garage for her years ago.

As politely as I could I told him that whoever that was didn’t live hear anymore. That I lived here now, and did that kind of work myself. He seemed confused, and kept asking to speak to that old lady. I was trying to get my dog to quit barking while the guy was talking at me. Usually people hear the dog and I never see them again.

At my door just now, he’s got the same crumpled up fliers in his hand, going on about how he can help me out with the mulberry bush at the head of the driveway. I don’t catch everything he says because as I open the door my dog is, again, going crazy, but I see him pull out a pack of cigarettes as he speaks.

I tell him, again, that I’m not looking for any help.

Without another word, and without looking at me he slowly turns, lights his long tan cigarette, and walks down my driveway. He doesn’t look back.

He picks up a gray backpack at the base of the driveway, and heads east on my street — all at the same careful pace.


Chasing Coyote

I’m eating here, buddy…

I was just doing some work in my front yard, when a coyote ran by.

The thing was going full speed, and took a hard Ralph two or three doors down. It took me a minute to recover, but I figured I better follow it.

I walked down to the intersection, didn’t see anything, and decided to go around the block.

Nothing. Not only nothing, but the people outside were definitely not acting like they had just seen a coyote tear-assing through our suburban neighborhood. This was the case in both directions. There seemed to be three possibilities:

1. It was a shape-shifter.

2. It was an hallucination/spirit.

3. It was still trapped in my neighbor’s yard.

The more I thought about it, the more I became afraid that number three was the most likely.

On the way back, I met up with my neighbors coming back from walking their tiny dog. They immediately ask if I’ve seen it. I immediately proceed to tell them how relieved I am to not be hallucinating. They continued home quickly.