My week started off with a bang for sure. Still struggling from jet lag (how can this be?) I was out repotting a tree at our front door at 7:30AM this Monday morning when I was greeted by a little old Dutch woman and her dog. She had a few things to say about the poor state of my tree (and it really did look sad, I discovered it was diseased and had some sort of parasite, so it was being repotted, remember...) and the exchange went a little something like this:
She: "I am so happy to finally meet the person who lives here... you never water this tree"
Me: "I water this tree every morning when I take my dog out"
She: "No, you never water this tree - the poor thing"
Me: "Really? Do you watch my house? I water this tree every morning. It has a disease... it has a bug"
She: "What?!? What is a bug?!?"
Me: "Google it"
She: "You should not be allowed to have anything living"
Me: "Go away"
She: "I can see you are an angry person from looking at your eyes"
Me: "Go away"
She: "Do not tell me to go away"
Me: "Go away, go away, go away..."
She: "In all my 20 years I have never met anyone so rude in this neighborhood"
Me: "I have been here 2 years and I feel the same"
She: Well I never...
Me: What? You never go away?!?
And so out little tête-à-tête came to an end. I know I handled this in a most obnoxious and immature way... believe me, I am not proud. But slowly they (you know who they are) are driving me crazy. They are wearing me down one day at a time. Because there is always something... every day there is always something. Being upbraided at your own front door - it is going to bring on a little Dutch Discord.
