What was overheard?

The neighborhood where we spend our weekends is a quite dirt-road neighborhood on the water, where the river meets the lake. The lots are wooded and were sold in 3 to 10 acre tracts, giving the illusion of privacy and seclusion. The key word in the previous sentence is illusion. Anyone who has ever spent time near water knows sound travels.

Mister and I were working on separate projects while carrying on the kind of conversation that you have when you spend a lot of time together. Not real conversation that anyone could follow, more like random movie quotes with a remember when every now and then, and carried on really loud because I was inside pulling out carpet and he was outside leveling the ground for a barn.

About five o’clock we quit for a beer and were sitting outside at the table enjoying the afternoon when we clearly heard a conversation about what to eat for supper. We started trying to figure out where the sound was coming from by the names the speakers were using. The sound was coming from a LONG LONG way off! We looked at one another and started laughing trying to remember what we had been saying that everyone could hear. Had we discussed any corporate takeovers, blown anyone’s alibi, or dissed someone we know?

Our biggest high volume conversation of the day was on my choice of tool for ripping out carpet. Somewhere across the water there was probably an old guy sitting on his porch saying to himself “You know she really should be using a boxcutter. You can cut anything with a boxcutter.”