Grrrrrrr!!!!!! Have you noticed that as you get older, you find it harder and harder to get routine things done?
The stupidest things become major freakin’ hassles!
6:15 this morning:
Charging around the backyard, trying to get the potted plants watered before the dog and I go out for this a.m.’s doggy-walk. Checking on the pool. Generally f*rting around…when OUCH!!!
A fine stab of pain in the sole of the left foot.
WTF??? Did I step on something?
Inspect the ground: yeah. Sure did: stepped on a bee that somehow had been becalmed on the pool’s Cool-Deck.
Awwww, geez. What is THAT gonna do to me?
Far as I know, I’m not allergic to bees. But it being 6:15 in the morning, don’t you just KNOW that if I’m ever gonna develop an allergy to bee stings, this will be the time!
Tromp in the house, retrieving the dog on the way. Slather pain-killer on foot.
Burning calms down a bit.
Can I get away with walking the dog? She needs her doggy-walk, and I need the exercise, too.
Put down food for the dog.
Hungry. Headachey. Slice a piece of bread for an on-the-run snack. Stale. Wouldncha know.
Time to decide: Can I safely get away with walking around the neighborhood on the be-stung foot?
Probably. But what if I can’t? Then what am I gonna do at 6:30 in the morning over on the far side of the ‘Hood?
Neighbors have reported coyote encounters in recent days.
Don’t you just know that if we limp out there, this morning will be the time we come nose-to-nose with one of those critters?
Ruby looks depressed. She wants to go out.
With coyotes running up & down the alleys, I can’t let her out to putter around the backyard alone.
Bees. Dogwalks. Coyotes. Park full of bums. Hunger. And the day has hardly even begun!