I am a coward. Rooster and I spent the week in Indiana up at a cabin on the dunes and I spent it in fear. All was well till the sun went down. That's when blessedly isolated sand dunes just outside state park land get pretty darn scary.There are no nieghbors at the cabin. There is no road. And now horrible movies like Funny Games and The Strangers have come out in theaters. To make matters worse, someone had broken into the cabin the week prior and busted the lock. To protect ourselves from future attacks, we lodged a chair under the front doorknob, shut all the windows and debated whether Axe murders would be dissuaded by the white Christmas lights hanging in the trees outside or if we should turn those cheery beacons off. Lights on means nice happy people are up here, celebrating. Off means nice happy people are up here, hiding. Axe murderers hate nice happy people no matter what their aim, so it was a difficult decision.
In the end, we opted for lights off (hiding) and Rooster slept with his contact lenses on so he could see the bad guys and protect me. He also accompanied me to the basement every time I had to pee, which was often. If that's not bravery, what is?
Sorry, no contest.
