A few years ago in fall, while my husband was harvesting nearby, I noticed a small black vehicle, without its driver, parked in the middle of our yard, a somewhat unusual occurrence since during harvest, friends usually drive right up to where my husband is working. They will be checking on any progress he is making and/or to bring him a cold beverage. We also have an old bungalow in this yard, with the attached porch a catch-all for a variety of tools. It so happened that when I took a second look at the vehicle, I saw a man, a stranger to me, leaving the porch of the old bungalow. This man was carrying an axe, our axe to be precise! I just had to find out what this man was up to. So I left the house and walked towards him. Curiously I did not feel threatened or anything. As soon as the man spotted me, he ran towards his vehicle in a panic. Before he could open the door I managed to yell a couple of questions. "Hey, what are you doing with our axe?" To which I got no reply. I had more success with my second question: "Who are you looking for?" The man answered: "Rhonda". Then slammed the door shut and sped off in his vehicle in the direction of town. Now I was panicking. Wouldn’t you assume, like me, that this was likely about a nasty domestic situation? I phoned my husband and wanted to phone the police. He said that the RCMP had already apprehended the man. Apparently he had been stealing things in town and some citizens had called the RCMP. When the police opened the man's car the back was full of stolen stuff. We recovered our axe. The man was taken to the nearest detachment and given a thorough psychiatric examination.
The next spring I decided to
walk up to our neighbor’s house to have a chat with her. I was walking down the grid road. The snow had just melted. All of a sudden I spotted a shiny object
sticking out of the dirt right in the middle of the road. Oh, oh, this was trouble and could slice someone’s tire. Carefully I pulled the object out of the mud. It was a knife, unbroken, totally
complete. Because I was closer to the
neighbor's than our place I decided to ask her to dispose of it. The neighbor has a dog I am not too fond of
and the wind had blown my hair all over the place. I must have been quite a sight when, instead
of she, a relative opened the door and saw me standing there with a
panicked look on my face, pointing a 9 inch deboning knife right at her. No RCMP was ever called, so no psychiatric examination ensued, although that is sometimes up for debate!
If you like rock/blues, The Harpoonist and The Axe Murderer are a 2 men 1 woman band out of Vancouver. You can find them on YouTube. They have a most distinctive sound.
Back in a week or so. Take care! SanTeh!
I picture that perfectly (lol)
ReplyDeletexoxo Sharon