Sunday, June 18, 2017

Always Something


Sunday morning. It stormed both nights of the weekend and the air feels fresher and cooler. I arose early, as I have an early arrival for a new tenant. I brewed the magic elixir that makes me lucid and then ventured out to see what damage might have happened overnight.

My gardens seem to be intact and I long to linger, pulling weeds from the damp soil, but bathrooms await my attention. I expected the floors to be muddy and they were. I can't tell you about the surprise in the ladies room. Just imagine something very un-lady like and gross. No, think really disgusting and nasty. You probably still lack the vision that awaited me.

I cope well and thank God that my skin is washable, although I tend to want to use bleach on my hands. Anyhoo, I handled that and then wandered over to what is supposed to be the fairy garden. I picked up the fairy windows and doors that mother nature took apart and then started pulling weeds. It is so satisfying to pulled the roots up with the weeds.

I could see the door from my position in that garden. The small trees must have camouflaged me, though. I popped up from time to time to yell at those daring to speed on my roads. As annoying as it is to have to remind people of my speed limit, the looks of astonishment at being caught were somewhat amusing.

Somewhat. I am tired and not in any mood for shenanigans. I close early today and I am counting the hours. I look forward to a few hours of peaceful oblivion all week long. I will be giving my humble abode lots of needed attention. But I won't have to deal with the public. I imagine the door to be hermetically sealed shut at 6:00. I even cook a meal of real food!

So, here I sit, waiting for the day to end. Letting all the aggravations of the weekend fall away. The apple tree has been stripped clean on the lower branches and there were apples in my pool once again. The culprits were admonished, but one of the grandparents told HeWho that she just could make the children stop. I let HeWho is calmer than me hunt them down by the descriptions provided by those who witnessed the atrocity. I figured he would want to handle this, since he is the one who just spent many hours and lots of money ridding the pool of algae from the last apple pickers.

Rumor has it that he was not nice about it at all. Then last night the wind broke the blades off the ceiling fans in the pavilion ....... What was it Gilda Radner used to say in the voice of Roseanne Roseannadana . It's always something, isn't it?

6 comments:

Val said...

I am sorry about the other calamities, but I just can't help myself for pumping my fist in the air and shouting, "YEAH!" for HeWho laying the smackdown, and giving those ne'er-do-wells their comeuppance!

Labbie1 said...

Yeesh!

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Yeah it seems if it isn't one thing it is something else but such is life

Linda O'Connell said...

First off, that photo is very pretty, and I can see why you are always gardening. Second, people can be very disgusting. I don;t know how you deal with it. As for stop sign blowers, stand outside with a hand held hairdryer and aim it at them. Confuse them if nothing else. Good for HeWho for laying down the law...unlike you who laid it down TO the law. LOL

ellen abbott said...

beautiful garden. I'd use a foghorn though instead of a hair dryer.

Regine Karpel said...

Praying.