* * * I totally flaked out on cleaning the house yesterday. I just did not WANT to clean the house, and so guess what? Didn’t do it. And no one will do a damn thing about it, and I can turn a blind eye to the dust for as long as I like, and I love being able to slack when I want. I did do my 35 minutes on the elliptical, though, does that count? I bought a $35 DVD player at Target on Friday, and it works just fine. $35 for a DVD player. Remember when they were several hundred bucks? Lord. And then, after I didn’t clean the house (but after I did vacuum the upstairs and spend some extra time with the kittens), Fred and I took a drive to Amish country in Tennessee. Getting away from the house for several hours was just what the doctor ordered. Fred bought all kinds of man toys (does that sound dirty?) and I bought… pretty much nothing, but that’s okay, I just wanted to get away. And we did! We stopped at a Goodwill store in Lawrenceburg (home of Senator Fred Thompson!) because I wanted to look around, and Fred ended up with two complete outfits to wear while working outside, AND a Promise Keepers t-shirt, which made both of us laugh ’til we snorted. I looked at the women’s clothes, but didn’t find anything I liked. I think later today I’m going to go to the store and buy a couple of pots of Mums for the front porch. The gerbera daisies and impatiens I had finally died due to the cold, so I need to put something else out there; the porch is looking pretty bare. The other day I was sitting at my computer when the front doorbell rang. The cats freaked out and evaporated, and I ran to the side window to see if someone was parked in the driveway. There was a bluish Mercedes or BMW sitting there, one I didn’t recognize, so I didn’t answer the door. Why should I answer the door if I’m not expecting anyone, I ask you? After the person at the door knocked a few times, he gave up and I watched him walk to his car. He resembled Fred’s father a lot, but I know the car his parents drive, and that wasn’t it. The guy backed out of the driveway, drove down the road a little, and pulled into another driveway, and went inside. So he was apparently a neighbor, and for the rest of the afternoon I wondered what he wanted. Did he want to buy some eggs? Did he have a complaint about the loudness of the TV in the garage when I worked out? Was he coming to tell me that he’d hit Newt or Maxi on the road? Something else entirely? I didn’t have to wait long to find out – later, after Fred made a trip to Lowe’s, he was standing in the driveway gathering the stuff he’d bought, and the man pulled in and asked if we had any eggs to sell. I don’t mind selling eggs to strangers, but I don’t know that I want them knocking on the door looking for eggs when there’s NO sign out there, damnit.
Sugarbutt stops to smell the weeds.
“What the -?”
“Incoming!”
“Hey, Suggie, there are some misbehavin’ chickens, and you need to go lay down the law!”
“Okay, when I say ‘go’, you go kick some chicken tail!”
“That’s right, keep going. Flappy McGee is flappin’ and squawkin’, and you need to go tell her how it is!”
“Ha, suckerrrrrrrrrr! Now he’s running from Flappy McGee, and I get the weeds all to MYSELF!”