One of those days!

5/18/08

I was up early this morning 4:30am, to put a finer point upon it. I was having a night mare that a monster was crawling on my neck, I woke up grabbing at it, and "it" turned out to be a tick, a real one. Well, I guess I can thank my bed buddies for that one. Both Maysie and Twinks, my Jack Russel terrors, (no that's not a spelling error) tried to look innocent but I'm not buying it. I found a way to dispose of the parasite and crawled back into bed just in time to experience the morning ritual of the starling family that has set up house keeping IN my roof. Their children are old enough now to make quite a ruckus over breakfast. Then the other birds began their chorus line and Maysie decided it was time to drag me outside for a potty break. I opened the back door carefully and quietly hoping not to stir Dottie, (the stray who invited herself to stay) her ears are too sharp to be fooled however, and with great enthusiasm she greeted us on the back porch. That means "we" can't just have a little potty break and go back to bed. No, "we" must run circles in the yard and do our calisthenics and burn so many calories that it's time to eat. I put Maysie's food down for her and explained that at my age I need more sleep, so I would be seeing her later. Twinks understands the old age thing and eagerly followed me up the stairs to grab a few more winks. As my eyes closed I heard Twinkie growl and Maysie's little feet hit the wooden floor downstairs. Barking, running, and much excitement slightly preceded the deep hum of an engine outside my window. I rocked my way up and out of bed. Peeking down from my window I spied Farmer Robbie tilling my garden with her tractor. I looked again at my clock and decided she needs a lesson in telling time, as I'm sure she can't possibly know, and still be out there at such an hour.

finally convinced that my sleep was over, I went down stairs to brew a cup of herb tea. Yes, my engine now runs on herb tea now, it used to be coffee but I finally kicked the habit. Taking my steaming cup of premium fuel outside I walked over to the garden just as Robbie was making a U-turn. She through up her hand in a friendly jester and then dropped the tiller deep into the soft soil. With perfect aim she plopped a large ball of mud right in the center of my tea, splashing it out all over me. So much for premium fuel, I now have organic additives that, while they may make the brew last longer, certainly add nothing to it's performance. I decided to water the garden with it instead and grabbing a hoe began to work the soil into a nice neat row. As it turned out, the garden didn't really need extra watering, for just as I was bending over to plant my kale the sky began to fall on my head. Robbie, finished with her tilling, was now standing on the porch laughing and waving at my drenched form. Gathering my tools and EMPTY cup, I sloshed my way to the house where I kicked off my mud laden shoes and placed them up on the porch railing. After entering my door and dripping a trail to the bathroom - of rain that is, just in case anyone one wondered, I donned a dry, if not clean, shirt and plopped into my recliner. My sister, who never, really sits down, poked her head in by door and said, " you better watch your shoes!" Oh Dottie! You are a pest, it's no wonder someone dropped off in the wilderness.

I give up for now. I can't sleep, can't work, so I guess I'll sit and complain about it awhile.

Ah that's better!