Growing rotten

Between the excruciating heat, the emerging childish boredom, and endless daylight hours, July promotes rot.

Tomatoes baking on crisping vines. Ah, summer. A local farm where you pick your own produce. ©

Spring plants smiles: tomato blooms on vines, complexions glowing with tans, a general light-hearted giddiness.

That all quickly wilts.

By July many desperately seek shelter and amusement in shopping and malls.

It helps if they arrive as the doors open, not before. 

Use the front one and let the hard-working clerks finish stocking before making demands.

Seriously, robbing the Dollar Store? Setting goals a bit low. Just how much money do you think they have before opening?

Dropping the gun might be a good idea – but not like this. Dropping an unsecured gun out of pocket or waistband while tying up workers and accidentally shooting a poor woman in the back is certainly not professional.

Was this robbery attempt a practice like using training wheels when learning to ride a bike? In any case suggest a certain individual should try another direction…like getting a job.

Clumsy is not a legal defense.

• “Suspect on the loose after shooting woman at the Family Dollar Store in NW Harris County”

Bee happy. These farm owners plant flowers among the crops to encourage bee visits. ©

Of course, mall entertainment includes Parking Lot Car Rodeo events.

Upon completing a fast round-up of items last week at one local mall, we got back in the saddle-stitched car seats and moseyed toward the closest exit chute opening into trail to home.

Only to pull up with a big Whoa – and to witness some serious woe.

A seemingly undamaged Mini Cooper was angled across the road – the driver’s door flung open wide. The little car looked frozen in shock at being abandoned and at the scene in full view of its’ headlights. In front of the Mini was another stopped car with a large woman sprawled across that car hood screaming, yelling, kicking and beating on the windshield. You could see her head bobbing back and forth as she violently attacked that glass.

Not seeing a Hollywood movie crew with cameras, we decided to steer around that whole wacky rodeo. Hot tempers can lead to hot lead, and we’d had enough adventure for one day. 911 can rein in that stampede.

Shopping on-line is looking more and more attractive.

Was it a simply a confused concept? When in Texas, ya’ wanted to try bulldogging, but couldn’t find an available calf for practice? Or trying to start a trend of suburban mall rodeo steer wrestling? Lookin’ for YouTube hits?

Newcomers here don’t always get it right. Some things get lost in translation.

Mom, noooo. Don’t leave me here all alone. So vulnerable. So afraid – Now, of you, too….Shivering in my hub caps.©

There are times when it’s best to keep quiet. Jabbering on too much at the wrong time can be dangerous.

Therapists say there’s a preferred way to argue with a spouse – you know, “fight fair”.

One Dallas man should have signed up for a course in conflict resolution.

Utilized a pretty drastic way to get his wife to shut up. An innocent TV suffered, too.

Waited two days before calling police. Was he waiting to see if she took his hint? Silence may be golden but as a legal defense?

• “Husband Admits Suffocating Wife with a Pillow” 

Now that’s a collection of really rotten behavior. 

Classic throw overly ripe tomatoes at them rotten.

No doubt, Shakespeare, having dealt with some stinkers himself, would be one of the first to initiate crushed veggie reviews for such dunderheaded acts as these.

Way out in left field for July. 

(If you care a fig, there’s some over there…on the left..next row…keep going…)

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Talk about jabbering. That last incident has an odd connection with the 8 Word Comment Challenge that debuted in the last post: Knowing when enough is enough.

Coincidence you say? Really it is. Still if you’re gaming, 8 words or less it is. But as things do tend to grow during the summer, branch out with additional spouting if you please. Please!

Like Walmart greeters, they stand at the end of the row welcoming pickers to the cucumbers ©

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