The painting I’m working on has a moon in it. Tonight I wanted to check out something about the real moon for the sake of the painting, so I stood outside my cottage on my open patio, gazing up at the moon with my back to my cottage door, which was only about three feet behind me. It was raining lightly.
After a few minutes, my neighbor, who has a roofed over porch that shelters her from the rain, happened to come outside to smoke a cigarette. Cheryl can be a bit of a wit, and she must have found it funny that I was standing in the rain gazing at the moon…
Cheryl: “Why are you standing in the rain, Paul? Are you lost? You look lost, but never fear: just turn around and you’re sure to sooner or later find your way home.”
Me: “Why thank you so much, Cheryl. That is truly helpful of you.”
Cheryl: “Anytime, Paul, anytime. You must know it’s not just me: the whole neighborhood looks out for you.”
Me: “That’s…um…not quite as reassuring as you might have meant it to be.”
Cheryl: (Audible giggling).