In preparation for a few days away over the Labor Day Holiday, here are some quick updates on my life here in paradise.
I actually caught a fleeting glimpse of a couple of sheep hanging out by the farmer’s barn this morning – yippee – they’re ALIVE. I can rest easy now.
You may recall the lawn care nonsense episode the other day where I fired the chemical company in favor of a smaller, cheaper, not-quite-so-chemical company? Well tomorrow I will be firing the lawn mowing guy — the one I wrote so nicely about did me wrong big time today and he will be paying for this massive customer service error by not only losing my business but I will also be making a call to our Better Business Bureau. This little son of a gun went back on his word and is now trying to extort money from me. Oh no my precious – don’t mess with a redheaded stepchild — ever! I love the power of being able to fire someone. That’s not real nice, but I’m being truthful. Too bad we can’t fire everyone who we find irritating. The down side is Devoted Spouse will have to get the lawn mower out of mothballs for a few more mowings this year until I can hire a new lawn mower guy for next season. I have the utmost faith in his cutting abilities.
What else is percolating with me? School is not as enjoyable as I had hoped. In fact, I’m extremely stressed over several upcoming papers I have due, and a ton – I do mean TON – of reading that is starting to pile up. Fortunately, my insomnia has returned big time and I’ll probably get some extra reading done while I’m up at 3 a.m. I have a test I need to take in the next 24 hours and I’m concerned I haven’t crammed quite enough useless bits of worthless information into my brain in anticipation. Plus, I’ve committed to a quick trip down memory lane for Devoted Spouse — we’re dashing over to West Virginia (his home) to catch up with a buddy of his. I only hope his buddy understands when I walk in with my arms full of books and a laptop. School waits for no man (or woman).
EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer, was paying particularly close attention as I called the kennel and begged for a last minute reservation at their Labor Day Weekend packed facility. Puhleeze, puhleeze, I promise she’ll be good. When they agreed, I started measuring out appropriate amounts of yummy kibble in a special Tupperware container and the result is EmmaLou knows what’s coming. Trusty canine companion stole my flip-flop to let me know she’s a bit peeved right now. So it’s no sleeping on the bed tonight for her; back into the big black crate she goes.
That’s my life in a nutshell for now — Even though I’ll have my laptop with me on the trip, it’s going to be otherwise engaged in school-type activity. So, Crone and Bear It is on hiatus and will return some time next week.
Ya’ll take good care – if you drive over Labor Day, don’t drink – I need all the readers I can get.