I accomplished something today.
Early this morning the inverter squawks, lifting me off my seat. I wish it would calmly say in a quiet, well-modulated voice, “Sue? Excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, but would you please go outside and clean off the solar panel? Thanks so much. You’re a dear.”
I set up the stepladder, squirt windex on the panel, wrap an old rag around the end of my windshield squee-gee, and wipe off the dust. That was a five minute job, tops. Okay. That’s it for today. Quittin’ time!
Talk about dumb . . .
You know how you get engrossed in something online and then become aware that it’s no longer day? Well, maybe you don’t do that, but I have, more than once. It happened yesterday.
What pulls me away from the computer is the chill inside the BLT. Oh, I must’ve left the door wide open. I get up, walk over to the door, open it, and . . . huh? Yes. That is what I did. I opened the door so I could close it.
Dontcha’ just love it . . .
I read Sue Grafton’s A is for Alibi. It’s about a female private investigator — light, easy reading. Yippee! She’s written a book about the P.I. for every letter in the alphabet. I’m all set!
When I order a book online and it shows up on my kindle a minute later, the kindle I’m holding as I stand on a mountain, I’m like someone receiving a phone call for the first time. I’m absolutely amazed.
The nerve of some people . . .
Two men and a woman climb out of a white pick-up with “USGS” on the door. They stand on the bridge looking at the water and talk. Then they walk upstream across from my camp and talk some more. They are the only people I’ve seen or heard since Monday and I’m in the BLT resenting their presence. Gee criminy! How am I supposed to be an eccentric ol’ hermit-lady with people showing up like that?
You know, blogging isn’t easy . . .
Not when you have to stop what you’re writing, go outside, and take the leg of an elk away from Spike’s clutches. Or a deer or whatever it was. Lord knows how he finds these things.
I made the mistake of walking up the road today with the crew. I’m sitting here, TRYING TO CONCENTRATE, and there goes Spike, up the road and around the bend, as if he’s got an important meeting and he’s late. Gee whiz. Excuse me. I’ll be right back . . .
As long as I’m on the topic of Spike . . .
Might as well post the obligatory “Soak of the Day” photo. See Spike soak. Soak, Spike, soak.
I never thought I’d see the day . . .
. . . when a trip to Wal-Mart is a big deal. I daydream about it. Cruising the aisles, making my selections, placing the items in my cart, meeting a person at the end of an aisle, the bashful negotiating. You go first, smile. No, YOU go first, smile. Pushing the cart, up one aisle, down another, oh yes, produce . . . all is well with the world . . .
I think tomorrow will be the big day. I know! I’ll make a list!
Well, it was nice chatting with you . . .
. . . but I have to run . . . after you know who!
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