How are you on this beautiful spring morning? I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. My name is Anastasia, by the way. I don't know if I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you formally. I've lived here just about all my life and I'll tell you something, this town is not the quiet cozy village that people seem to think it is. Why, just last week I saw my neighbor Rosa watering her garden and she was just singing away. You might wonder why I would think that was scandalous, but here's the deal. Rosa's husband ran away with another woman. Well, he didn't exactly run away, he just sort of moved in with her until other things could be arranged. And, she's not exactly a woman, if you ask me. She's barely 25. He's 50 if he's a day. So, why would Rosa be so happy watering her yard of plants. (Way too many plants, if you ask me, but she never does.) You're probably thinking what I'm thinking. Frank from up the street has been a widower far too long. I'm not going to say that I saw his car parked in her garage, but why would he do that anyway? He doesn't live but three blocks away. Who needs a car for a neighborhood tryst?
That's not to say that I'm overly critical of people who need to take care of themselves. There's nothing wrong with doing what you want to do, but I think that people could practice a little decorum. My sister, she works at the county office with a woman who lives in the Elm Creek subdivision—and that's something else I never understood. Here we have a lovely little town with beautiful houses and great big 'ol trees. Why would they chop down a lot of trees on the outskirts of town and then build roads, and then houses on those roads that were named after the aforementioned trees? Anyway, so this lady thinks that she can bring her lunch every day, which is fine as far as I'm concerned. Luigi's is always a little busy during lunch anyway. But, the fact that you are a vegetarian, or a plant based herbivore or whatever silly name they call themselves this year, does not give you the right to heat up yesterday's soggy broccoli in the community microwave oven. People have lost all sense of decency.
Well, anyway, it was nice to meet you. I'll be out and about during Sip, Shop and Stroll as soon as I learn how to pronounce it. I hope to see you there.