Louis was dead. He had been a fanatical breeder of dahlias. When the word “fanatical” is used it simply means he was pretty keen on the idea of developing new varieties of dahlia, and most people thought that was boring, which is why they called him a fanatic.
When Louis died, neighbour Ursula would normally have attended his funeral but she was getting near the end of quilting a bed covering to give to Raewyn for her birthday. Besides, Louis was a bit of a fanatic when it came to dahlias, and Ursula had better things to do than attend the funeral of a fanatic.
When Louis died, neighbour Selwyn would normally have attended his funeral but he was getting near the end of repainting the veranda in preparation for the barbeque season, and Selwyn loved his barbeques! Besides, Louis was a bit of a fanatic when it came to dahlias, and Selwyn had better things to do than attend the funeral of a fanatic.
When Louis died, neighbour Raewyn would normally have attended his funeral but she was getting near the end of removing the labels off the jars she was going to use for pickling later in the season. Besides, Louis was a bit of a fanatic when it came to dahlias, and Raewyn had better things to do than attend the funeral of a fanatic.
When Louis died, neighbour Olive would normally have attended his funeral but if she didn’t have her daily exercise and workout in the gym then it was grumpiness for the rest of the day. Besides, Louis was a bit of a fanatic when it came to dahlias, and Olive had better things to do than attend the funeral of a fanatic.
It could be construed that the few who attended Louis’ funeral were a fairly boring bunch; none of them had any hobbies worth writing home about.
Someone should make a hobby of writing home.
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It doesn’t pay well.
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Hobbies rarely do.
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They are a good (at least over here) tax evasion. They don’t tax “hobbies”.
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Taxes are complicated. I suspect that’s true wherever you live.
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How very sad. His neighbors didn’t possess basic humanity…but they did have their occupations!
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‘…the few who attended Louis’ funeral were a fairly boring bunch..’ Haha Good one Bruce.
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Thank you. I hope you’re not feeling too old these days!
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I’m trying not to at 48.
We had a good chuckle with your story here. It’s become almost a daily ritual to read it to each other.
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Or perhaps they were Louis’ Dahlia Dalliances?
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Now that would make a story!
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The story is like a song in which the refrain reinforces a theme. Indeed, lunacy is a relative condition.
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Apparently (I read somewhere years ago) that repetition in a story implies it was designed for telling out loud and to be passed on traditionally!
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Has someone been calling you names? You seem very touchy about this fanatic business!
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Not me personally, but I suspect that a substantial number of newsmakers on tele these days could be classed as fanatics. So the word was foremost in my head!
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Did his neighbors at least send a note of sympathy and an arrangement of dahlias? Really, Louis would have been happier with that anyway. I hear he was something of a fanatic.
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He WAS a fanatic. Sort of like a novelist researching!
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