Those little boys woke up weird last night. One ended up in my bed talking to me ad nauseum at 5 AM - which incidently was just bright and shiny.
And the neighborhood birds were chirping.
Why do they have to yell?
Chirp!
Chi-rrr-p!
Chirrrrpppp!
Did we mention, Chirrrppp???
Oh by the way, Chirp!!
Birds. So annoying that early in the morning. It does not help that my cat stalks them from one side of the house to the other. So there are adorable looking little birds on the deck railing, either side of the house, fussing at her, any given time of the day, as she sits in the window and thrashes her tail and makes bird-like utterances. Kitty thinks she speaks bird, so they sit there chirping at her, and she sits there making that bizarre kitty-trying-to-speak-bird noise.
So post-5AM wake up, then 7-ish and 8AM, I fed them and brought them to school. Then I went over to J's and we were going to paint his garage window frames. The garage is cinderblock, and partly underground. The back window barely peeks over into the back yard. The roof is about two feet off the ground, and then the alley is a full story behind, so the door and front window open into the alley, with stairs up into the yard. Not something that happens a lot down South. I sat in the back yard and painted the back window, then I went inside the garage and painted the inside of the window frame by standing on a step ladder. Collected numerous spider bites. Between getting coffees, buying paint, and painting stuff, we also went on a yard art photographing expedition.
I seriously doubt I lost two pounds this week. But I didn't gain. I hope.
2 comments:
OMG how can you calmly write that you received spider bites. I would be ruined for at least a month. OMG, if a spider would be reduced to a mass of quivering jello.
LOL I only saw one spider and I sort of shrieked but I was teetering perched up on a ladder with a loaded paint brush in one hand and a little tub of paint in the other, so I just blew him off my arm. I guess it could have been some other kind of creature that bit me. Right on the side of my neck. It's just better not to think about the creepy crawlies in that garage. The floor is dirt, it's built halfway into a hill, there are all kinds of creepy webby things hanging off the walls, and I'm just belly up to the wall on that ladder, painting something slightly above my head.
Post a Comment