Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Lady In Waiting
My milk customer called (on my cellphone) and said he'd be here in a half-hour. Forty-five minutes later he called again and said he'd be here in forty-five minutes. An hour and a half later, he came to pick up milk and eggs. Sigh.
It's amazing how much one can accomplish while waiting. John Dear and I decided to mow the south yard (in the background). In the foreground is the half-mown slope to the backyard, showing how high the star thistle is, and was. Another project for another day. John and I are getting to know each other. With the wider deck, I found it took fewer passes to clear that yard, but Fu and I had our pattern down pat and John and I have to work out a new system.
I'm waiting for my body to acclimate to the new time. Body says, "Wake up! It's 5 o'clock!" Eyes tell me it is only 4 a.m. Makes for a long day.
I'm waiting for an appropriate hour to put in yet another call to the phone company, hoping they didn't take me off the list, perhaps thinking that a tech came out yesterday. Who knows how long I'll have to wait to be rescheduled. If, by some strange chance, a tech comes out today at the wrong time, he'll have to wait for me to come back from voting. I have priorities, too.