The watermelon

I write this, rather unfortunately, two weeks after the events that transpired in the following post took place. At first it was because I wanted the arc of narrative to complete and not interrupt real life as it happened. A week went by that way. Then I got too tired of all the travels, and finally recovery and distraction took me away from the tales about to be mentioned in the following post. I apologize to all those who have been harmed by my irresponsible and frankly unjustifiable actions.

It wasn't a big deal, all told.

We bought a watermelon, in the middle of the summer, with no refrigeration across us, at the Costco right as we started driving. We didn't know what, or where or how we would devour the juicy redfruit, all we knew was we would have  great time. And a great time we did have, I did anyway, thanks to the gift of the gods.

The first consideration of what to do with the fruit occurred in Boise, ID where APD questioned our plans with the watermelon. She was quite impressed, confused by our strategy. Either way, she finagled a knife and a plate from her visually impaired neighbor, we took the 20lb fruit to the riverfront park by her house, I cut it, and we had a grand old picnic slobbering through massive slices of the sweet natural water bottle.

Now we had to carry on with a cut watermelon in the summer with no refrigeration. So we bought a styrofoam cooler, paper plates and a knife. At the dollar tree. It was all so bad I had to throw the knife away after the trip was over.

If I remember this right, and I'm certain I do, we had the fruit the next evening, possibly the same, with our Indian leftovers, and nobody minded. The fruit hadn't gone bad yet, it was still juicy and sweet.

The days following that though, it began showing slight hints of fermentation...not rotting or spoilage mind you, just slight fizziness and fermentation and my travel companion Aky refused to eat the fruit thereon. And that's how I came to be the sole eater of pretty much an entire 20lb watermelon through the weeklong trip.

I kept eating and eating and eating, and in the very last day, the morning of I thought I wouldn't be able to finish it because there must have been 3 maybe even 4 lbs of the watermelon left, but pushed through and finally the watermelon was done. I had gained the victory over the goshdarned fruit and stuck my flag on the mountain of watermelon.