It's back.
I'm trying to decide whether the reason no one offers to help me load my car at Home Debt is because a) people are no longer very helpful; b) I am usually in my barn clothes and scary-looking; c) I am usually hefting things in myself and my brute strength is intimidating; d) all of the above.
I find aftershave and perfume alarming. Our building superintendent at the office (you remember him - he of the puddle-depth) is now hugging me at every opportunity. Apparently, the 'chasm' in our age difference is beginning to shrink. Unfortunately, and although I am a big fan of real, honest-to-god hugs, I walk away reeking of some treacly aftershave he wears. And let me tell you, that stuff has a LOOOONG shelf life. The sheep find it alarming, too. The fellow who is the boss of our transfer station (dump) is another perfumy character. I have learned how to side-step him, though, so my weekends are scent-free. If you don't count the sheep/goat/llama/chicken/turkey/cat/dog poop.
Why, oh, why does the Mamas & Papas' "Dream a Little Dream of Me" keep looping through my mind? It is driving me crazy!!
I think I have moved out of the State of Denial and into a Plane of Special Blindness; especially when it comes to my living room floor. Yes, it is still not completed. There may be, oh, three hours of work left, tops. And yet..the only time I think about it is when I am safely 30 miles away from it. I can be thinking positive thoughts - having one of "those" talks with myself all the way home (you know the ones - the ones that start with, "Now, Susan, what IS it with you and the flooring project? You know you can do it. You know you must do it. There's no time like the present. Yada. Yada. Yada.)...and yet...somewhere around the 25 mile mark, the iron curtain in my mind comes down with a clank and there's no more flooring in my cognizant future. This PoSB has also seemed to have affected my ability to finish my potholder rug and my cardigan.
I had every intention of moving the trio of turkeys - now named, Wynken, Blynken and Noddy - to the hoop house in the center sheep paddock. They are getting to be big boys (apparently, the LLF Female Mojo doesn't work on turkeys) and it's getting kind of snug in the coop at night. Then, a few days ago while rushing around outside in the morning, trying to cram in as much as possible into the 2 hours of daylight, a big hawk swooped down into the poultry yard. Yikes!!! Where was Roguefort? Under a bush. Who saved the day? Wynken. I'm either going to have to get a braver rooster or keep the hens under the watchful eye of the Big Boyz.
I had to describe my job to someone today, and I described it thusly: A long, long, flat boring road across the plains for miles. Then there's an alien attack. Then I'm back on that road.
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Well, I can KIND of understand why the transfer station person splashes some "toilet water" on themselves. Does anyone ever call it toilet water anymore??? Not that I blame them for not.
Oh, how I understand (painfully) the aversion to finishing the flooring. We (meaning I) started ours in, say, 2006. I think Paul would rather build me a pond with a floating gazeebo in it before he finished the livingroom floor. I just don't get it.
The turkey boys haven't started building a big wooden shoe, have they? Just keep any eye out for any strange looking construction. Just saying.
As for your job description....well, at least it's "interesting" once in a while, right?
The only way projects get done around here is COMPANY. Perhaps you need to invite some long lost pal for a short visit. That might do it!
:)
Did Wynken actually actively defend himself and the others, or did was the hawk just intimidated by his size?
As for the hugs, duck and run, woman!
I have a friend that live 1/4 mile behind my farm that has turkeys.. She said she had one male turkey that was constantly attacking her everyday when she went outside.. So she made up a pistol grip bottle of 1/2 soap and 1/2 water and when that turkey came to attack she sprayed him with the soapy water right into his eyes.. She said his eyes started to water and he turned around and that is the last time he has come to attack her... The soapy water won~!~!
We have red -tailed hawks here that carried off one of my morning doves the other morning.. the morning dove weighed so much the hawk had a hard time getting back in the air to carry it off.. Poor dear Ms.Morning Dove..
Have a tiggeriffic day~!~! ta ta for now from Iowa:)
I agree with Michelle, duck and run from the over the top after shave boys.
Carolyn - Hahaha! I haven't heard 'toilet water' used in AGES!
Sue - It is so sad that it doesn't even phase me if "company" notice my unfinished floor. Of course, by keeping a rotating cast of company, everyone has seen it for the first time, so I am safe so far!
Michelle - I didn't actually see the attack, as I was on the wrong side of the fence. But I did hear Wynken's outraged cry, so it may have been the combination - whatever it was, hurray!
Tiggeriffic - If any of my 'boys' would attack me, it would be alarming! They are not small birds! I will have to tuck that soapy water idea into the back corner of my mind, should I need it in the future...
TL - Unfortunately, I usually run into the flowery one in a narrow entrance hallway in the building - but I will try my best to avoid the contact. It's alarming how long that stuff lingers.
Susan I can't blame you for not liking the heavy applied scents people use, I am a man that used to use after shave sparingly when younger (thought it would attract the girls) but not really don't like it on myself or anyone else.
We have Red Tailed Hawks here also and some are large enough to carry off a duck and have.
I was not raised being a "Hugger", however I do like honest hugs, not the grab you and suffocate you hang on all day type things some people do. If I want to cuddle I will start with that in mind.
Nice collection of Musings today and the description of your job just cracked me up!! :)
I don't like perfumes and colognes either! I guess because my mom was allergic to them and when I worked as a nurse we weren't supposed to wear them.
Interesting about the turkey and the hawk. I wish my roosters were like that.
Someone in my office wears too much cologne and my nose burns and I start sneezing when he walks by. I have several projects like your floor. I think of them through the day but by the time I get home, they don't seem so pressing. They can go another day!
Hmmm, now that you mention it, they don't offer to help me load either... ;-).
DH - I love that - "If I want to cuddle, I will start with that in mind.." Beats having to decipher the meaning of a hug!
Candy - Thank you - at least it keeps me on my toes!
Leigh - I used to wear perfume a long, long time ago. I prefer to smell the leaves and clean laundry. Now THAT is perfume to me! I do wish my rooster had a little more backbone.
WH - There's a fellow in the building who is the worst! When I happen to be nearing the elevator when he's there, I take a sharp left and hoof it up the stairs. I'd rather be out of breath than not being able to breathe...
CSL - That's because they're too busy hugging Maisie... :)
I have bronchitis (again) and almost hacked out a lung laughing! Thanks!!! You remind me of me at times :)
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