Saturday, July 2, 2011
I was sitting in the small guest room that doubles as my office at our summer house in Connecticut yesterday. The room fronts on our busy street and since it was a gorgeous day, I opened the outside front door to enjoy the breeze. A lot of people walk by our house on their way to the point where the beach is located, or to visit the lighthouse museum next door. The point is a great place to visit: standing on a peninsula in Connecticut, you can see Rhode Island to the east, islands of New York to the south, while taking in a 270° panorama of Fishers Island Sound.
Back to yesterday. The first comment I heard was, "You can correct somebody on the important things, but not things like that." Thinking about what I overheard, I thought it made sense. You can correct someone if they're doing something really stupid, like driving on the wrong side of the road. But you probably shouldn't correct someone's grammar in public in front of other people.
A little later in the morning a couple walked past the house and all I caught of their conversation was, "She's got a lot of boyfriends, but who's the father?" Even though I was totally immersed in writing a review, I found myself daydreaming about the couple and what I had heard. Was it their daughter? A friend? Would the person need a paternity test to find out who the father is? I'll never know, but I found myself trying to complete their story in my mind. If it was the first sentence of a novel, I would definitely find it intriguing enough to want to know more!
My husband made the flag gate for me as a birthday gift a few years ago. I love it! Thanks, honey!