This is the middle of nowhere, where do these people come from?

Polly was helping me rake the lawn today and took a radio outside. I usually like peace and quiet when working outside but was really enjoying the radio today and was singing and dancing with my rake. I was really rocking out with my back to the road, having a grand old time, when I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to find that a man from the electric company had driven up and was standing there watching me. He had to go out into the field and check the poles out there, but seemed to be finding me amusing. I felt like trashing his muffler while he was gone so he could not sneak up on people so easily.

It is the time of the year where I have to get used to traffic again as the road is seasonal past our house and is not plowed all winter long. It does not officially open until April 1st. Some years the snow is all gone on it before that but this year they had to go up and open it with the grader. We have not had traffic go past since November, except for the snowmobiles, but they are over the bank in the field and it does take a bit of getting used to again now.

Of course, I did not have that excuse when I mooned the Amish family a few years ago. I really did not mean to. It was the middle of the summer and I had been outside working all day. I got into the house that evening, ate supper, and took my bath. I was then heading straight up to bed so just put on my tank top and underwear to go upstairs. The Pomeranian, Foxy, whined at me when I went past the front door so I looked out and her water dish was empty. Living here you get very used to hearing any cars going by, so I did not look up and down the road, just did not hear an engine. I opened the door, stepped outside, turned around and bent down and picked filled her water dish. As the water is pouring I realize that I am hearing clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop. I looked back over my shoulder and there is a buggy full of an entire Amish family, all of whom are staring out over the field across the road with very big frowns on their faces. Oops.

I have learned that one little accidental mooning is enough to get you shunned by the whole community. They will no longer drive past here, even though it is 3 miles more to go around the other way. Many more families have moved into the area on both sides of us and still none of them drive past.

I do see many of the men up at the feed mill and they are very friendly up there. I do not think that they recognize me from that angle, and with clothes on. Or else, they are friendly because the women and children are not there, I am not sure which.