LOL! Just as I was about to stroll off to the Sprouts, along comes
ROARRRRRR ROAARRRR ROOOOAAAARRRR!!!
Dayum! It’s Gerardo and his boys.
Raising the question: How do those guys know when I’m in the middle of something that I can’t easily knock off, or just about to head out the door and need to get going?
They must have some kinda mental telepathy. ‘Cause it never fails.
No kidding. Absolutely NOTHING can be going on, but when I get up to haul on some clothes and trudge to…where?
* a grocery store
* the Walgreen’s
* the veterinarian
* the dentist’s office
* a doctor’s office
* or just to a trailhead on the side of North Mountain…
THERE THEY ARE!
Sheeeee-ut!
Now I’ve gotta sit around for 45 minutes, serenaded by leaf-blowers, weed-whackers, and assorted other noise-makers…waiting for them to get done so I can pay them for their (back-breaking!!) work.
Seriously: How these fellas survive a summer in this place just plain escapes me. It is hotter than the Hubs out there — I believe 112 was predicted for today — and they are working like mules. Even with top-of-the-line gasoline-powered tools, that job is best described as A Bitch. I can’t even imagine trying to do it at 11:30 a.m. on a 112-degree day with a 24% chance of rain.
And, since my Dear Son has kiped my car, to do the couple of local errands I was about to launch into, I’ll have to walk through even more ungodly heat, or else hire an Uber cab and pay for two rides (one to the stores; one back to the house). Neither of those are appealing options.
Apparently, a few of the grocery stores around here will deliver. But that poses its own problem: Most Americans do NOT know how to select produce. And since most of my diet consists of fresh fruits, vegetables, and meats, about 2/3 of what I order is likely to be…uhm…somewhat wanting.
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Our boys FLY through the (gawdawful) yard clean-up. And they charge me $100 for a job that the boss usually does for $80.
Grrrrr.
But truth to tell: I ain’t complaining. It’s hotter than hell out there, and they do a damn good job…
but…
OH HELL AND DAMNATION!
They’ve gone off and left the side gate open!
RUBY!
RUBY!!!
WHERE ARE YOU????
Shoot out the door, trying to chase down the dog!
Incredibly, she hasn’t gone far. Matter of fact, she’s in the house. Thank the Gods and all their angels.
Once that little dog takes off down the street, she is GONE. And unassisted, she’s unlikely ever to make her way back here.
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Godlmighty. MAKE THIS DAY STOP!!!!!
