Almost Spring!

I played in the dirt today. Not a lot. But enough. There’s something about digging that is so soothing.

The ground wasn’t frozen, which is both good and bad. Had it been, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to enjoy myself as I did today. But it really should be at this time of year because it messes things up when it’s not.

I entertained the neighborhood where I went digging. You see, I drove up, hopped out of Howie in front of a house where no one was home and just went at it. I suspect they didn’t understand. Good thing it’s a place I visit fairly often or they likely would have called to report a crazy woman disrupting their neighbor’s yard. As it was one of them came out to chat with me after which he reported in to the neighbors on both sides of where I was digging. Yep, made me chuckle as I worked. Out loud. Which is probably what sent him scurrying home.

Oh well. The homeowners knew I was coming and told me to have a blast, which I did, and that’s all that matters. Happy weekend all!

I Think...

…I must have developed a stutter without noticing it myself. All day, while attempting to have conversations of any kind the universal response has been “Huh?” Wait. There was one exception…the Fed-Ex hottie but that’s another blog.

For example, I answered the phone, “Good afternoon, XYZ Company.” The response, “Is this XYZ Company?” If it happens again tomorrow, and it will, I’m going to say, “No, this is XYZ Company.” Or how about, “No I’m sorry. I can’t give out any information” followed by “I just want to know…” The one that really got me was the answer to “She used to wear her hair in braids, didn’t she?” which was “I think T’s sister is married to her ex-husband.”

And I think others have decided I’m losing my hearing. They insist on yelling when I’m only a few feet away. Um, no, I can hear perfectly fine. I’m just ignoring them. Guess they haven’t figured that one out yet.

Additionally, I am apparently simple-minded now too. Really there is no need to repeat yourself eighteen times when speaking to me. When I acknowledge whatever has been said the first six times I generally remember it. And yes, I do know Yale is a university and not just a mispronunciation of “jail”.

On a happier note, I know have two fat and sassy squirrels that come play outside my window while I’m working. Amazing what watching them frolic does for my morale.