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Bubble people.

February 23, 2010

We just got back from spending a couple of days at the ocean in Long Beach, Washington. The weather was as good as it gets in February, the air was fresh, and the dogs managed to make the beach at least temporarily free of seagulls. It was a wonderful and much-needed break from home. We haven’t been on any kind of trip together since the summer of 2008. We had plans for last summer, but …. well, yet another reason why cancer sucks.

[picapp align=”left” wrap=”true” link=”term=bubbles&iid=247585″ src=”0244/625f30c1-7aca-473c-9e86-30ef55cc8ea0.jpg?adImageId=10636884&imageId=247585″ width=”234″ height=”219″ /]When I go on a trip I like to observe people. There are certain characters you run across wherever you go. On this trip we ran into more Bubble People. A Bubble Person is sealed inside a protective bubble of his or her own making — the one and only being in the center of a universe constructed by and for one person.

In this case two Bubble People were renting the cottage next door to us in a row of cottages that have one or two feet of fresh air between. The weather was wonderful and the cottages are small, so most people left the windows open at night.

Around midnight our dogs began making small closed-mouth “oomphs” in their quiet indoor voices. These are the voices that say “something’s going on but we don’t think it’s a big enough deal and we know we’ll get in trouble if we bark our heads off when our people are asleep.” It took a while to teach them this and they practice it at night for the most part. Good doggies.

Still, the oomphs wake me. Hank is a heavier sleeper, so I got up to see what the pups were concerned about….. and I heard loud voices. A couple was standing on the deck of their cottage conversing about all manner of private things. Things that would make your ears burn. At the top of their voices. At midnight. And they didn’t sound drunk.

I figured the appearance of a neighbor would quiet the fools, so I leashed up the dogs so they could get a bit of a tinkle and sound any necessary alarms. They started their loud woofs as soon as we got outside.

“Oh,” said the female half of the Bubble Couple, “You have dogs. Are they tiny?”

Are they tiny? What kind of question is that? Furthermore, who asks that kind of question? What does it matter? Both dogs both have huge voices so I know they don’t sound tiny. One weighs 15 pounds and one weighs 30 pounds. How does one define tiny? In comparison to something else? To a Great Dane? Or maybe to Bubble Girl’s brain. That must be the measurement tool. So I said….

“No. They’re not tiny,” and added, “They were barking because they could hear you.”

“Oh,” said Bubble Girl, “really?” She was genuinely surprised. To be fair, Bubble Boy was starting to look embarrassed.

I think Bubble Girl’s bubble must have sprung a small leak because a thought entered her brain, “Could you hear us too?”

I looked from her, mere feet away, to our cabin and back again. The window was open. They had not been talking in their quiet indoor voices. Truly this was a person who, unlike your average dog, thought that if you couldn’t see her then you couldn’t hear her — she lived in a Bubble of Silence.

“Well yes,” I said, “You might want to keep your voices down or change the subject.”

Oh, how I love to pop that kind of bubble. Bubble Boy deflated immediately and slunk back into the cottage. Bubble Girl seemed to be made of stronger stuff.

“Oh. I had no idea,” she said in a way that wasn’t an apology, merely and observation.

Truly she didn’t have any idea and she might never. Is this a form of “ignorance is bliss” and a harbinger of a happy, though selfish, life? Sometimes I wonder.

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29 Comments leave one →
  1. Maria Murray permalink
    February 23, 2010 7:54 am

    Oh, Mrs. B! How you make me laugh… what a great sense of humor. I’m so glad you got to enjoy a small getaway – even if next door to the Bubble people.

    And aren’t dogs wonderful! Somewhere I saw a pillow that said something like, “my goal is to be the person my dog thinks I am.” I would love to even come close.

    Thank you, thank you for your sense of humor and your blog. Your in our prayers – Maria

  2. February 23, 2010 8:48 am

    I always like using something from their conversation when they ask if I could hear them.

    “Not at all, but you can’t get that from the toilet seat”.

    -Scott

  3. 1dental permalink
    February 23, 2010 9:45 am

    Hilarious! Thanks for posting. I saw your blog on the WP homepage, and I’m so glad. Great read 🙂

  4. Deb permalink
    February 23, 2010 9:45 am

    Great entry, I love the humor (yours too Scott)! I’m so happy you got away for a bit, I hope you were able to relax and enjoy most of your time at the beach. We’re going to Cle Elum on Sunday to visit Denny’s son and family for a couple of days and I’m looking forward to that; we need those breaks from our everyday chaos. Lots of hugs! Deb

  5. February 23, 2010 10:28 am

    This has me cracking up!! Do you think they are related to the guy in McMinville who had no clue that trying to destroy the motel room next to ours would wake us up to call the cops? Oh, but he was drunk. He told the cops so, and also informed them that it was a violation of his parole. People, having no clue about consequences, say the darndest things. 🙂

  6. February 23, 2010 11:12 am

    Hahahahaha, this was so funny! Thanks for sharing. :]

  7. pmdello permalink
    February 23, 2010 11:41 am

    Great post, great writing, great blog…

    Be well.

    http://goodbloodbadblood.wordpress.com/

  8. techpoets permalink
    February 23, 2010 12:29 pm

    This is the tone and humor that has many clammering for a book from you. I’ve posted about my experience with morons too http://techpoets.wordpress.com/2009/11/17/im-not-ok-and-neither-are-you/
    Rodney King pleaded with the world “Can’t we all just get along?” Well, no, not if you stay in your bubble.

  9. February 23, 2010 1:30 pm

    Were they truly bubble people or were they just assholes? To the untrained eye the similarities can be remarkable. 🙂

    Well written post. It solidly set a hook and then reeled me in all the way to the end!

  10. Betty permalink
    February 23, 2010 2:43 pm

    “Could you hear us too?” DUR! Classic. Had to read this when I saw the topic on wp home page because my blog is called Betty’s Bubble!

  11. February 23, 2010 3:09 pm

    HAHA! You’re Hilarious!

  12. lokimomma permalink
    February 23, 2010 3:50 pm

    Stumbled across your blog today-your post is priceless!

  13. Cristina permalink
    February 23, 2010 4:06 pm

    Bubble Girl was probably thinking of the tiny “accessory” dogs– unfortunate chihuahuas and other “lap-size” dogs ferried around endlessly in their owners’ arms as if they were merely warm, animated teddy bears. No wonder those little dogs are so yappy. I’d be cranky if I was carried around all the time against my will.

    Anyways, did she not see the open window?! Did she think the sound of waves crashing would cover up her voice?! And now, considering there are all types of ear-burning comments, I’m also wondering what was so ear-burning. But that’s ‘gossip’ and we’re ‘above’ such gossip, right? 😉
    I hope this trip dissipated the scanxiety.

  14. Meredith permalink
    February 23, 2010 5:21 pm

    well observed. I boggle at bubble people.

  15. nick permalink
    February 23, 2010 5:22 pm

    they were actually blind.

  16. E Lis permalink
    February 23, 2010 5:24 pm

    I had never thought of that kind of person as a bubble person, but get the analogy. Hilarious, Jill! I live next to a Bubble person and when I point out to her that I know everything in her home, not because I want to, but because her visitors block my driveway, her kids scream “hi” any time they see me outside – as well some adult surely should acknowledge they exist?! etc. I’d prefer to know nothing about her personally, but since it is a small street … she is oblivious.. yes I do know more then I ever would want to know.

    I have been known to say similar things and do enjoy when someone has to acknowledge their impact on *gasp* another human?! Suprise? I don’t get it. It seems a certain age of individual is more likely to be a bubble person?

    I am sooo glad you all got away for a vacation though! Wonderful! How did the acupuncture visit go?

    Continued good thoughts, prayers and healing white light!

  17. February 23, 2010 5:30 pm

    This post reminds me of the movie Bubble Boy.

  18. February 23, 2010 5:54 pm

    So what were they talking about? c’mon spill those beans!!! 🙂

  19. Lori Schmidt Lutze permalink
    February 23, 2010 6:32 pm

    Thanks for the laugh.

  20. February 23, 2010 7:41 pm

    This post was funny. Threw me off at first. Thanks for posting it.

  21. toddmatherly permalink
    February 23, 2010 9:52 pm

    Jill that was a wonderful post. I read your about and I wish you the best of luck in your fight! Sarcastic humor and writing can definitely aide you for the right reasons! 🙂

  22. momromp permalink
    February 23, 2010 10:06 pm

    Great, great post.

  23. Bemused Boomer permalink
    February 24, 2010 1:16 am

    It must have felt good to stand up for yourself. I bet the dogs appreciated the pee break, too!

  24. February 24, 2010 6:01 am

    Funny stuff.

  25. February 24, 2010 8:00 am

    people like that are everywhere.. who spillt all that soap…?
    “are they tiny?”
    priceless.

  26. Wanderer permalink
    February 24, 2010 9:03 am

    Great read 🙂

  27. Mame permalink
    February 24, 2010 8:34 pm

    I think you burst their bubble.

    Well, someone had to say it.

    As usual, Jill, you paint a picture with your words!

    I wonder, when they get cold, if they wear bubble wrap?

  28. March 3, 2010 9:41 pm

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    don’t quit and also keep penning considering it simply very well worth to look through it.
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