I started my morning out right fishing with my eldest sister and my father. We caught six. Nobody got skunked. I'm happy with that.
Let's be real. Even if I would have eaten fewer berries, I still wouldn't have come close to Mom's berry-picking speed.
I hope be planting a hydrangea in my backyard shortly and called the hotline that has utility companies come mark the area to be dug up for wires and cables. The six or seven companies have been arriving sporadically to survey the ground and mark it with paint and flags. Today as I was on my back deck watering my plants, one of the utility workers arrived and was swearing up a storm complaining about x!%@(* homeowners (me). Now, I don't know what happened in his morning to have put him in such a foul mood and I actually had two thoughts for this man. The first was that I pitied him, for having such a skewed perception of the difficulties human beings can face to be upset at where I want to plant a flower. My second thought was at the hilarity of the situation, that he was cursing like a sailor about hydrangeas. To whoever you were, sir, may your mornings never be as rough as when you swore about the flowers and may you gain new perspective and calm to face life's challenges with humor.
I really no nothing about what it's like to be an EMT and yet, I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like:
A double-edged sword. Bittersweet. A gift and a curse. I live a charmed-life. Thank you, public libraries.
Saw a dude carrying three plastic water bottles into the gym, three. It's called a drinking fountain.
Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz is completing a poetry challenge for 2018 by posting an original poem daily to this blog!