An old, fat, happy looking man sat in the shade outside of his house. He wore gray sweatpants and a western-style shirt on the sidewalk, shaded by an unfettered magnolia tree (it seemed) on one of the hottest days during one of the hottest summers that Mount Vernon has seen in several years. Jeremy and I were walking back from the town (library for books, coop for coffee, groceries and late gifts for my sister's birthday). We passed the amtrak station, a few pubs, a small movie theater that's doing outdoor screenings for the summer. With onions, oats and yogurt in our packs, we made our way back to the neighborhoods, walking mostly uphill in 90+ degree weather. We met a nice guy on the way.
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Just now,
"You might want to put some pants on. Maybe even a light jacket. And if they start swarming you, don't swat too hard. Just swat lightly."
"...don't freak out?"
"Yeah! Don't freak out! If you're five feet away, you should be fine. Just walk away if they come after you."
"..."
"And maybe... you might want shoes and socks."
Jeremy manages two medium-sized bee hives and we're going to set in some frames he assembled this afternoon. I will not freak out, and take photos. Hope to write more, and hear from you, later.
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