Journal of a Sabbatical

reindeer games

no more ms. nice guy

December 15, 1997




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When I came home last night, I noticed a lighted sleigh and reindeer on my unit. The reindeer was on my bathroom window. The Beans of Egypt Maine had been putting up their Christmas lawn kitsch. I suppose I should simply be grateful they've taken down the Halloween lawn kitsch. Christmas lights are great. It's fun to cruise around looking at the colorful displays. But a reindeer peeking into my bathroom window all aglow is just too much for me. I agonized over whether I would come across as a total Grinch or Scrooge if I mentioned to the neighbors that it might have been nice if they asked me before they put a reindeer on my bathroom window. Should I or should I not say anything? I don't complain about their tv so loud I can hear Letterman in my bedroom. I don't complain about the stale smell of frying bacon in the hallway. But for some reason this reindeer in the window bugs me. To complain or not to complain?

I didn't see the neighbors all day as I went about my errands:

refill Daypro prescription at Osco
get muffler fixed (see Friday's entry)
Xmas cards
whatever

When I left to go out to dinner tonight, I met the Ma Bean in the parking lot.

Janet:(looking at the reindeer): "I see you've got the Christmas lights up."

Ma Bean: "Yes, my son put them up. [long pause] Does that reindeer on your bathroom bother you?"

Janet: "Umm, ah, umm, ah.... I don't use that bathroom that much... umm..."

Ma Bean: "I can take it down. I didn't know if it would bother you. I can take it down."

Janet: "Umm, you could just move it down so it wasn't in my bathroom window. That would be good."

Ma Bean: "I'll take it down."

When I came back from dinner, the reindeer was gone. The sleigh is still up there - on the wall between my kitchen window and bathroom window - with no reindeer to guide it. Am I the Grinch or what? A wimpy Grinch at that.

I may have been wimpy and hesitant about it, but at least the reindeer is not peering in my window anymore.


The guy who snapped the muffler back on didn't charge me anything, and he had a really nice dog who liked my petting him. And the guy figured out why it pops off so easily. Apparently something bent and was pressing down on the pipe at a funny angle making it easier for the muffler brackets to pop off on the tiniest contact with snowbanks. He bent it back with his hand. Didn't charge for that either.


Osco treated me like a human being instead of a criminal and the pharmacist spoke English. This could be the beginning of a beautiful customer-supplier relationship.

 

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