He seems to be as old as the hills but he is just shy of 72. Art and Bonnie only eat organic foods out of their garden. He is always trying to get Doug to try these “miracle pills” to better his health. Art would give you the shirt of his own back and when Doug noticed a large ant hill in the dirt Art hobbled quickly over to his house and brought back some Melaleuca oil to place on the hill. “Just a few drops will make the ants disappear” he said confidently. And you know what? He was right.
Art is always in his garage fiddling with some sort of gadget or tool. He has invented all sorts of bizarre things that make me chuckle. For some reason he loves tables. He made one with wheels and lights attached to it.
He faux finished his garage that would make any Tuscan restaurant envious. “Who the heck paints their garage and faux finishes it? If only the walls on the INSIDE of my home looked so good” I said.
Art gets up early. He is up by 4:30 A.M. and dressed. He always invites us over for breakfast consisting of cooked wheat germ, raisons and nuts. If anyone has ever tasted cooked wheat germ you know that it is an acquired taste. Once, a friend of mine was coming home early Sunday morning from a graveyard shift and noticed that Art was dressed in his church clothes working in his garage, ready for the day all by 5:00 A.M.
Art’s yard is immaculate. Every blade of grass is groomed and in place. He is meticulous in shaping his trees and shrubs. One time after mowing and edging his lawn instead of sweeping his sidewalk like normal people he was out there with his SHOP VAC vacuuming up his grass trimmings. “What is wrong with this man?” I said to Doug “Why is he shop vac-ing his sidewalk and driveway?” Lately, I am starting to feel like I am Mrs. Kravitz from the show Bewitched. I am always looking out through the cracks of my curtains just to see what shenanigans Art is doing next.
Art hates weeds. Doug and I were outside in the front yard when he came over to chat. Immediately Art noticed patches of Chick weed weaving itself through our grass. “Would you like a lesson on how to get rid of chick weed?” he asked Doug. Since Doug is such a polite gentleman never wanting to interrupt or steal anyone’s thunder he said “YES!!” Art pulled out a screw driver from his front shirt pocket and began his lesson. “You need to get under the root and dig around it and then PULL up!” I knew Doug knew how to pull a weed but he wanted to make sure Art felt needed. I say let’s make him feel needed all over the yard! There is plenty of chick weed, dandelions and morning glory to make him feel special all summer long.
Art told us he can’t drive anymore because he has narcolepsy. He will fall asleep without any warning for a few seconds. I think I have narcolepsy too. It usually comes on around 2:00 in the afternoon and I usually come out of it by 4:00. I don’t know if this is narcolepsy or “NAP”olepsy I’ll let you know as soon as the test results come back.
Doug said that when he was a boy on the farm they used to have Fainting Goats. A form of narcolepsy in animals. This is a special kind of goat that when it gets scared or excited it will fall over in a dead faint for a few seconds. He told me how he and his brothers would chase these goats around just to see them faint. “Do you want to chase Art around the yard to see if he will faint? He’s kind of like an old goat. It could be lots of fun!” I said. Again, Doug had no response to such a sarcastic comment.
Perhaps in 40 years Doug will be just like Art. Always helping others, always having solutions to problems and still have enough energy to get up early in the morning and accomplish more then humanly possible. Maybe the neighbors will say he’s even a little crazy. But wouldn’t our world be a better place if there were more people like Art around? Yes, a kinder, gentler world not to mention weed free.