View from the Ridge

Friday afternoon I decided to take The Boss to lunch "in town." The Boss pointed out "in town" sounds kinda funny considering Rock Ridge is only a mile away from "in town," and "in town" consists of two decent places to eat, a bunch of used car lots, several bars, lots of churches, and one tattoo parlor. Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little and "in town" isn't really that bad, but The Boss lives in a town of 100,000 compared to our roughly 13,000 (of which an enviable number attend "church" at the aforementioned bars), so I think it's safe to assume a slight cultural difference and fully give her permission to laugh heartily at my suggestion to eat lunch "in town."

With that conversation behind us, it is determined that I will drive her car. As I begin to pull out of the long drive, The Boss gasps. Not knowing the cause of her alarm, I hit the brakes thinking I have hit something and already starting to berate myself for agreeing to drive The Boss' car in the first place. As the car comes to a stop, The Boss breathlessly exclaims "Is that woman topless?"

I look out the car window. There in her yard sits Mrs. Sunbather. She does indeed appear to be topless. We've taken Old Lady Sunbathing to a whole new level here at the Ridge.

So....this morning, Mrs. Sunbather's neighbor came into the office and requested permission to erect a piece of lattice on the end of her porch....because she "needs to do something about the view."

Let the work week begin.

(Which, by the way, is a short work week because I happen to be running a marathon in five days!!!!)