we were all up late last night. Tending a sick cow and her little offspring, P.L.U.S. a hose busted in the milkroom and the water wouldn't shut off.
These are the times that try men's souls
the times I wish I worked in a store. Or a pawn shop?
Or anywhere but here?
Getting to bed about 3:30 made the morning come early.
I looked out at rain streaming down my windows and attempted to dive right back into the bliss of sleep.
Only the sleep thing eluded me no matter how much I kept my eyes tightly shut.
Muscles which felt like they had visited the gym, along with the gray rainy weather worked in tandem to convince me that I needed to have a slow day.
I made myself a cup of hot tea and curled up on the couch to watch early morning television in my nice quiet house.
Not being one who watches much early morning anything, I quickly came to a conclusion. Early morning television is loud and busy.
It seems like the networks take their job of stimulating the public into waking up very seriously!
Nestled on my couch with my hot tea, cozy cashmere socks and GMA blaring loudly, it was only by chance that I happened to look out the window and see a truck pulled up almost to my front door.
Springing up, I didn't know what to do first!
Scrape my bangs back pretend I am not in pajamas and try to look presentable?
Grab the remote, hit silence and pretend no ones home?
That sounded good, only I couldn't fine the remote!
I dove off the couch and ran to the bathroom.
Thank goodness I had a shapeless nondescript "bag lady" style dress hanging on the back of the door.
I whipped it on and made it back to the front door on the third knock!
I was prepared to say
"If you want hay, drive on back"
"I'm sorry, we aren't hiring right now"
But when I opened the door, this genuine smile accompanied by a man with a huge gift basket was what I found.
"Hello and oh my" I said, while me and my shapeless dress tried in a split millisecond to reconcile
thought A) who is interrupting my lazy quiet morning?
thought B)You are bringing me a gift?
Still disoriented with it all, I invited him in. He didn't look like a serial killer, they don't bring you gifts on rainy mornings do they?
"No thanks ma'am" he said. "I'm just here from the peanut company. We wanted to drop this off to show our appreciation for the peanuts y'all grew this year." That said, he handed me a basket weighing about 25 pounds.
"Hold on" I said and handed the basket back to him.
"This is so cool I just have to take your picture, do you mind?" I asked while I snatched my camera from a nearby table.
"No ma'am" he said laughing.
I took a couple of completely unfocused shots. I was trying to hurry since it was raining and he didn't want to come in out of the rain.
Maybe he shared my serial killer concerns.
Maybe he's seen "Misery". Maybe I reminded him just a tad of Kathy Bates. Maybe he had better things to do with the rest of his day than risk having his legs broke and being forced to write long interesting novels about peanuts!
After I got the picture he laughed and said
"Did I breck yor camera?"
We both laughed at that and I showed him his picture in the view finder.He smiled, handed the peanuts over to the crazy lady and got back in his truck.
on a rainy morning.