Ten Ay Em

I'll be right back...

Okay, first load of laundry out on the line. Also had a quick smoke, and feeling a little lightheaded. While I was out on the deck inhaling a dose of nicotine and goodness knows what else, I stared out at the yard and tried without much success to control my thoughts.

I'm experiencing caffiene induced ADHD this morning. Lots of energy with no focus.

Let me tell you about it.

I got out of bed at about seven this morning, and found Paul had made coffee. Poured a nice fresh cup and went out with the dogs. (I did my business in the bathroom, though). After some quiet reflections about what a really nice morning weatherwise it is, I returned to the indoors and sat in front of my computer with my coffee.

I don't know if this coffee was particularly potent or what, but after one cup I was ready to get dressed and get the laundry started. Which I did. Paul came upstairs and started to get dressed himself, and we went out to the deck to visit with each other for a bit. Looking at the grass, I groaned. It needs mowing, and damn, seems like I just mowed it. And it takes a good couple hours to mow, because it is hilly and there is so much of it. Which, you know, I normally don't mind and in fact usually enjoy. But I have other things I wish to accomplish today. And the other house needs the lawn mowed, too. If not today, then really soon. And it seems like I just did that one, too.

So I says to Paul, "Paul?

"Lets get a riding mower today." And he replied,

"Yeah? How we gonna get it home?"

"The truck? Can we borrow Clay's trailor? Can we pick up some planks and ride it into the truck bed? Will the truck haul one?"

Cause I don't know.

He said, "probably".

I told Paul I was going to look at Craig's List, and walking back into the house, poured myself another cup of the old joe.

Yummmmmmmm.

This is where I got into way big trouble. I found tractors and such in the farm category. I found one that looked reasonable in a neighboring town. Paul and I looked up the model on line and thought this could work for us. I replied to the ad. Haven't heard anything yet, though. Just saying.

Anyway, I kept looking and...

Wait, I'll be right back....

Second load on the line. And meanwhile, the people called me back about the tractor, so we are taking a drive to Pawcatuck for lunch and tractor viewing in a little bit. Yay team.

Two loads on the line, a third in the washer, and a riding mower which includes lunch out on the horizon. Better than I thought.

Back to Craig's List. I didn't stop at the first mower we saw, but kept looking. Cracking up because of the number of 'Free Rooster' listings. Found some other yard toys, and was hollering to Paul, who was simply trying to do his business in the bathroom, to 'HURRY UP' so he could look at these.

Damn caffeine.

When I found a listing for a duck. He needs a good home. Well, wtf. I live on a lake. What better home? And only $10. I love ducks.

So my mind set off in a whirl...it felt like one of those little whirls of dried leaves that get caught in a spin with an autumnal gust of wind...

Hold on...

The mower people just called again. Not comfortable with a personal check. This she tells me now at just eleven on a Sat. morn. Damn again. I wanted something to use TODAY.

My usual patience seems to have disappeared.

In any event, I managed to logic myself out of picking up a duck today. Took some doing, but I really don't think I could keep it safe. And noticed a listing for baby goats.

Paul told me to get off Craig's List.

Too late. Honey Bees w/ package for $75 was the next item to catch my attention.

Wait. When the mower people called the second time, I went out to ask Paul if he could think of a way for us to get cash at this point, to have on hand when we went to look at the mower, if we liked it. We worked out a couple ways.

And then I told the mower people that we would be there at the prearranged time to look and hung up the phone. Paul got a couple planks from Clay, and headed off to the dump with a load of garbage. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and pull back my hair then headed for the bedroom to change out of my bus stop clothes* and put on a damn bra. I noticed that the sliding door was open in my bedroom.

Jeez. I went out to the deck and discovered that I had never finished hanging out that second load of laundry. Half of it was still sitting there, waiting.

I finished hanging it out, and decided to open the second bedroom up, windows and doors and freshen it out. I noted to myself that today would be a good day to scrub it down.

Yeah, maybe.

Back to the bees. The thought entered my fragile mind that beekeeping would be a cool hobby.

Oh jeez, the phone is ringing...

That was Paul, on his way back from the dump. "We won't be able to pick up the mower with the truck...the brakes are shot".

"What??!! Where are you?"

"Well I'm using the emergency brake for now, but we'll have to find Clay in town somewhere to get the key to his shed to use the trailer. We can tow it with the Suburu."

"Well, get OFF the phone and focus. I want you home safely! We'll talk about it when you get home."

Nothing is easy.

Because I'm so over this post, and it looks like I'm gonna have to go mow the grass the hard way, and my next load of laundry is beeping at me, I'll wrap this up...

I think I'm going to learn about beekeeping and make it my hobby. I'll share the honey. I don't know if we're getting a riding mower today, but most likely not. I'm not getting a duck. I'm not getting goats. And it looks like I'm not accomplishing much at all.

It is now eleven thirty two ay em. I accomplished nothing, except a few loads of laundry hung out, and now it looks as if we may get some rain.

Jeez.

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