My plan this morning is to start early.
I want to take more stuff out to the van and re-organize everything to make sure the weight is toward the front. It shouldn’t be difficult. However, by 9 0’clock the heat and humidity makes it impossible to work outside for more than 10 minutes. So I get a bit done by repeating the cycle of 10 minutes outside, followed by 10 minutes inside in the air conditioning. Janie and the crew follow suit.
While lying under the A/C vent, I get a fantastic idea!
I’ll make a schematic! Oooh. I love doing stuff like this. I draw a grid of the PTV area with rectangles for each storage box, three rows of three each. Then as I rearrange boxes and their contents, I list the contents in each rectangle on my neat sheet that I’ll hang on the inside of one of the doors! Isn’t that great?
Everyone is different and lovely in their own way. I happen to like doing schematic drawings, okay? Hey, it beats going through nine big boxes looking for a paring knife. I don’t like to use stick-on labels. As soon as I do that, I change what’s in the box and then the label is wrong and so it goes This way, if I move something, I just erase on my handy-dandy schematic!
Now you know I’m the kid you didn’t want to know in school.
Keep reading, the adventure is just getting started. The crew alerts me to a package at the front door. My new Rhino-flex sewer hose! Oh boy. It’s so neat . . . You should see all its wonderful features. Once I get over that thrill, I take a bunch of paper and cardboard to the landfill for recycling! I wave to the convicts who work there! Drive into town! Go to the pet store and buy Bridget a black-bra harness like Spikey’s! Eat a plate of chicken fingers, cole slaw and fries! Wonder why the oil light comes on when the PTV doesn’t need oil! Make a mental note to have the sensor replaced! Take some junk out of the mailbox! Walk into the house! Alert Janie and the crew, “I’m home!”
Whew! I’m worn out from all this excitement!
I hear a thunderstorm coming this way. Spikey will be rooting around to hide his face in the pillows behind my back. Apparently he figures if he doesn’t see the monster, the monster won’t see him. At least he’s got a plan. Maybe I’ll play a few games of “Panda Poet” (a word game) on my kindle. If the storm kills the lights, I’ve got my new clip-on LED light that throws a cozy glow. Life is good.
Oh my, is that a watermelon I hear calling from the fridge?
Some days are pretty ordinary. No, not ordinary. Let’s say . . . they’re special in their own way.