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Instead, I followed the hose over the chain-link fence that separates Turtle Park (my community garden) from the backyard tent church property next door. The hose seemed to be going directly into the tent! I gripped the hose and started to pull it back over to the garden side, getting dirt all over my b-casual skirt and shirt and all over my arms and hands. This was working fine until I felt some resistance and then a sharp counter-tug. I stopped pulling and looked at the hose- someone was on the other end! I jerked the hose back. Another counter-tug!
Looking into the church tent, I noticed a man noticing me holding the hose. I made my usual hand gesture for “what the fuck?” where you hold your fingers all together like you’re gripping a hat brim or something and shake this configuration at someone. It can be accompanied by “que cosa?” I mostly use it for driving fiascos and clusterfucks, but its can pretty much be used in any situation and is universally understood as “what the Hell are you doing?”
Seeing this, the guy made a big production of dropping the hose and holding his hands up, like “OK garden girl, here’s your precious hose” which was totally unnecessary. My hand gesturing was so laconic and lazy that his response was unwarranted. When used in this Italian-mom-amazed-at-the-weirdness-of-kids kind of way, it can imply, “hey, what are you doing/can I help with whatever you're doing that you probably shouldn’t be doing?” Whatever. I pulled the hose in its entirety over the fence and began watering, keeping an eye on the dude across the fence, who I figured to be some sort of construction guy who was using the hose to fill some barrel weights that were holding the church tent up. He went about his business.
I checked my pumpkin, which was making yet another run for through the fence, and yanked it back (mumbling, “I didn’t think so” to it) and tried to maneuver the vine so that its next growth spurt would go into the garden instead of out of it. My tomato plants have begun sprouting tomatoes, and the peppers are also starting to produce. All my watering is beginning to pay off!
Mid-water, the construction guy walks up to me on the other side of the fence, and holds his filthy hands over. “Some water for wash my hands” he says. I go to hand him back the hose, but instead of taking it from me to wash his own hands, he kind of puts his hands into the water stream as the hose approaches him and starts rubbing his hands off, making no attempt to take the hose from me. So there I was, holding the hose for him to wash his hands. Now I really felt Italian-mom. “I am washing your hands,” I thought. “This is community gardening at its best.”