Tarzan of the Foothills

Last night I went to E's for sandwiches. Fresh tomatoes, cheese and avocado, all grilled to perfection, the way only E can make them. C was there to fix the cable, and his presence was occasion enough for sandwiches. We watched C the Cable Guy (his old nickname, proposed months and months ago was "The Weather Man," because he studies the sky, but after last night, I like The Cable Guy) go in and out and in and out, searching the garage for the tools necessary to complete the task.

We surveyed the outside of the house. Well, the Cable Guy did. E and I stood helpless, watching him move vines and branches to get to the right cable, our own Tarzan in the foothills. After much pushing and pulling, we were victorious, at least in part. Perhaps we'll have to have another night with C the Cable Guy. He says fixing this is now a matter of pride. At least we know how he takes his sandwiches: turkey with cheddar. Hold the avocado.