Fret Not

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February 24, 2018

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February 14, 2018

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August 31, 2017

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July 23, 2017

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July 10, 2017

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July 6, 2017

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July 5, 2017

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Dinner conversation resumes – and what are they doing here?

Must be witness protection.  I mean look at them. They claim to be Italian.  What? With blond hair and bare feet? Where are the pointy shoes and the gold crosses? They don’t say “ciao”.  I bet they are not even Catholic. And what’s with the almost new 2001 station wagon?  How did they afford that?  And from a dealer even, not from Trade Me like all the rest of the people that come in from out of town.

Plus, they arrived with duffel bags, there’s no container en-route, no waiting around for stuff to arrive; newsflash – there is no stuff: they don’t have any stuff.  Maybe the duffels were filled with loot. And they moved in to the only furnished house in town, with an extra bedroom, no one has an extra bedroom, and why do you need one if you don’t have any stuff? Plus, it’s practically on the water, with pretty much no neighbors around and ridiculous views.  Even have their own “private drive” no less. Way to secluded in my book. Almost hiding if you ask me.

And that seven months on the road thing all sounds like one big game of catch-me-if -you-can.  Who stays on the move almost every night for seven months? People on the run, that’s who. With two kids no less? I hear they went to the Middle East.  Seriously.  No one just goes to the Middle East – maybe they’re CIA.  And Norway, are you kidding me?  Good God, I bet they are spies!

And she used to work like a decade ago and now “stays home” doing “volunteer” work and “yoga”?  Like that pays the bills?  And he’s retired?  With a ponytail and a pierced ear?  You can’t work in corporate America looking like that.  The man doesn’t shave.  And what does “entertainment” really mean anyway?  It’s all so vague.  How can they retire with a four year old?  Plus, what is all that about “selling things online” and “import/export” of “eco-friendly blah, blah, blah” I mean what kind of bullshit is that? “Import/export” is definitely some kind of code.  I’m not buying it.

And who leaves Southern California, if that’s where they are really from anyway, to come to a tiny town on an island in the middle of nowhere for no real reason except to do nothing?  They could do that at home.  People don’t leave California: the whole world spends their entire lives trying to get there. Who does that? I’ll tell you who, people in witness protection, that’s who.

There’s something up with them, can’t quite put my finger on it, but there is definitely something going on.  I’m going to Google them when we get home and get to the bottom of all this:)

After a brief pause – so what about the so and so’s?

 

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