Bacon Scrapins – “How d’ya get out more, and more out?”

Bacon Scrapins are the little bits of meat left in the greasy fry pan. They’re tasty, but the ‘nutrition’ needs searching for. This tale is a bacon scrapin.

This time the three of us ended up on my back patio. It’s nothing formal. Serendipity seems to determine which yard we end up in. One time it’s tasting a new red, usually Pete’s. Could be testing a new white – Jorge’s. This time we were comparing notes on a local double IPA I’d come across.

During one of those peaceful interludes between smart-Alec satire, we were just gazing across the wide-open expanse of mown grass behind my place. Jorge observed, “Why’s the grass yellow at the edge here, and the grass out past the centre is green?”

Pete chirped, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill.”

I pointed out, “The septic tile bed is way out under the centre and gets lots of ‘water’. The area closest just depends on rain. Haven’t had much lately.”

Pete asked, “Thinking of yellow grass, how did you score last Monday?”

I said, “I missed my quota by 2. For me, most days playing golf is like playing the lottery. I look forward to playing, but after the results, I wish I’d better spend my money elsewhere.”

“How’d the other 3 in your group do?” Pete followed up.

“They got us to plus 12. Looks like I might get a $10 share from their skill. But the course was suffering seriously from lack of rain.”

Jorge noted, “Many of the guys here in our ‘nine-stop-signs-sized’ community play there because it’s close. A few guys living here also work there and develop an emotional investment in the place. They try hard to make it attractive, but without water as nourishment, there wasn’t much to be done.”

“We have a wonderful little enclave. No question about it. We’re fortunate to be able to live here. We too have an emotional investment in this place, but we’re also willing to spend to keep it up. You have to invest attentive time, energy and money to maintain a quality standard.” I pontificated.

Pete added, “Yes, but I get to travel ‘out’ quite a bit. Different places, and different people broaden one’s perspective. I see a lot of different communities, visit a lot of attractions, meet many people, play many golf courses. To improve your perspective, you need to get out more.”

Jorge diverged, “So! Speaking of the need to get out more. How did we do at getting more out as candidates for the municipal election this fall?”

We each looked out at the green grass, pondered hopefully, and took another sip.

NOTE: Except for the first person singular, the characters’ names in the Bacon Scrapins tales are fictional.

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