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After reading that title you are probably going huh? If you think about it you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Murphy’s Law — if anything can go wrong it will. Comedy — finding the humor in anything and everything. Drama — something serious and/or with conflict. Put those altogether and what do you have? My life this past week.
Picture Lucille Ball, Home Improvement, and Grace Under Fire all wrapped into one and you’re probably coming close. Of course it all didn’t seem comical at the time, there were some pretty good moments of stress, but overall you just have to roll with the punches.
Monday actually started the week off pretty good. I was busy at work, but afterwards spent a nice evening at home. Maybe that should have been an indication that all good things must come to an end.
Tuesday evening about 7 pm my phone rings. “What are you doing?”
“I’m in Rochester at a my Freelance Writer’s meeting, why?”
“Oh shoot, that won’t work. We were on our way to Ann Arbor and Rob’s car just died on us, we’re in Detroit, but you’re too far away. We’ll call his mom.”
My daughter, her three young children and her boyfriend, stranded more than an hour from where I was. I wasn’t really familiar with the area they broke down in, but let’s face it, stranded in Detroit is not a good thing. She is 32 and capable of handling things on her own, but as a mother and grandmother you worry. I received a text that Rob’s aunt, who lives in Detroit, went and picked them up right away because the area they were in was a bad section. Rob’s mother was on the way to pick them up from the aunt’s house and transport them back home. At least I knew they were safe.
Before they left the vehicle the first time Rob told Carrie to gather up absolutely everything out of the inside of the car, and she was smart enough to even empty the glove box so there was no revealing information about their residence or anything left. When the aunt took Rob back to the vehicle an hour later it had been trashed – windshield smashed, battery stolen, and inside destroyed. He popped the trunk and retrieved the diapers and other items they had just purchased and left the vehicle there overnight. Not worth repairing, the next day they borrowed a friend’s car hauler and towed it to the junk yard, where they got a whopping $168 for it. Now he is looking for something used, affordable and able to transport him and kids. In the meantime he is driving my single-cab pickup truck my husband used to use for scrapping.
Caroline came to my house and picked up my extra car, a Ford Fiesta, later that night to borrow because her SUV was in the shop. Wednesday afternoon I get a call, “Mom, your car has no oil in it!”
“What do you mean it has no oil? I just had it changed two weeks ago, drove it home from the dealership and it has been sitting in the drive ever since.”
“The oil lights came on and it made a funny sound, I pulled over and checked the oil, there is nothing in it.”
I called the dealership, they didn’t think it made sense but said not to drive it, they would send a tow truck. I called my daughter to let her know what was happening. Okay, moment of emotional breakdown here — my daughter’s SUV was at the dealership having repair work done on it for the third time, which was the reason she borrowed my car after her boyfriend’s car died, my Ford Fiesta she was borrowing is now being towed, my 2-year old granddaughter was at a day care approximately 25 miles from home, my daughter was going to be without any vehicle except for my pickup truck. It wasn’t looking good, two adults each with jobs in totally different areas, three young children and down to a single cab pickup they were borrowing from me.
Her voice cracked, “Mom, I have no car to drive.”
I took a deep breath to hold it together. “Where is Alex’s day care center? If needed I’ll leave work early and go pick her up. Am I on the list?”
Stress, Stress, Stress.
The good news — my daughter’s SUV was done and ready for pickup by the time she and the tow truck arrived at the dealership. The next morning I received a call that my car was fine, they forgot to hit the reset button when doing the oil change and the synthetic oil is clear so it can not be seen. My daughter had put a quart of oil into it, thinking it was empty, so it was now over filled. The dealership flushed it out and re-filled, no charge to me.
Thursday I get a call from my daughter’s boyfriend, “Was there a warranty on the brakes for the pickup when Ron had them done?”
“I don’t think Ron had the brakes done, and if he did I have no idea where he had them put on.”
As it turns out, the pickup, which is used mainly for gathering and hauling metal scrap, went quickly from the brakes seeming fine to showing they needed to be changed. How bad? Rob pulled into a shop to look into purchasing a set and before he could do that one fell off. It had rusted off! He purchased brakes, borrowed tools and changed that particular one right there in the parking lot. The other one he did later that evening at home. Good to go, maybe?
The next day Rob was driving the truck about 60 mph when the hood suddenly pops open, comes back and hits the windshield. The hood latch had rusted through and given out, so now a new hood and new windshield are needed. They are on a junkyard search for a hood. Windshield will get replaced. Did I mention I had just purchased new plates/tabs for that vehicle on Wednesday and this happened one day later? Ever feel like your life is moving as if you’re on a steep hill standing on sheer ice?
What the heck, might as well finish off my Thursday mowing the lawn, which is on a riding mower so old it is Montgomery Ward brand. No grass catcher, so it always leaves a nice trail of mowed grass and doesn’t get super close to the garden borders and fence so a lot of areas that always need to be trimmed, but not enough time to do that all in one night. Hence I finish off my Thursday with a mowed lawn containing rows of mowed grass heaps and a fringe of long grass along all the raised borders, fence, etc. plus other areas that the rider can’t go into that are still long because they must be done with either a push mower or weed wacker. Just call my lawn Hillbilly Haven.
So I’ve verbally dealt with brake endangerment and/or replacement, the mowing of a lawn, and decide to take a well deserved rest in the hot tub. I wear my new bathing suit, one of those tankinis. Normally I’m a one-piece wearer, but I figured the look of a one-piece, convenience of a two piece, what could go wrong? Little did I know. Removal of a bathing suit top in a dressing room v. when it is wet are two different things. When wet the back of the top feels like it is suctioned to my body and won’t let go. So here I am in my bathroom trying desperately to extract myself from a bathing suit top that seems to be attached to my body with glue and I’m trying to figure out how to raise the back for removal without destroying the thing. I can only imagine I must have looked like a really bad contortionist trying to remove myself from the grips of spandex. I was about ready to break a sweat when I finally got that thing to let go of me.
Friday, sweet Friday. Buried at work so I stay until 8 pm getting things done, run home and grab a quick dinner than head up to boat night — a huge event in Port Huron every year. It is the downtown party on the eve of the Port Huron to Mackinac sailboat race. Upon my arrival I decided to “go live” on Facebook for the first time ever. Shouldn’t that come with an instruction manual? Watching the video later it was pretty comical. I thought I was pausing the “live” part but apparently I wasn’t. We have the phone being moved erratically, complete darkness when I put it into my pocket for a short period of time. and a view of everyone’s feet walking around. Guess I should have looked around for an 8-year old to give me instruction before publishing that lovely documentary.
I arrive home from Boat Night about 11:00 pm. As I’m walking into the house I feel something hit my head. Hopefully not a spider — they tend to inhabit my front porch at night. I walk into the bathroom and there on my head is a lime green creature. It resembles a grasshopper with very long skinny legs and antennae. I grab a tissue and try to grab it, but miss. It must fly. I located it on the wall behind me. It doesn’t hop, it crawls. Rather bizarre creature. Guess I should have taken a picture, but at that particular moment I didn’t think of it. I grab it in the tissue, throw it in the toilet, and flush. End of bug….or not. The next morning I go into that bathroom and guess what — the green bug is dead but floating in the toilet. I use the facilities, flush and walk away. A few hours later I go in to again to use the facilities and everything flushed down the toilet, but the green bug is back and floating in the bowl. This happened at least three times. It was the dead bug that wouldn’t go…it was haunting me!
Saturday went well, probably because I stayed inside doing paperwork all day. Not too much tragedy when one is firmly planted in a chair — except when you sit too long and the tendon in your left arm tightens up and your foot falls asleep. I must say the advantage of living alone when you are hobbling along on a foot that is asleep while trying to straighten and shake out your left arm is that no one is there to witness or video the moment. I had the movements of a monster in a horror film.
Sunday, sweet relaxing Sunday, a day of rest and leisure. Who am I kidding, my Sunday was far from that. I spent several hours doing paperwork, then went outside to work on weed-wacking and raking the lawn. Well, the batteries for the weed wacker only run about 30 minutes each, and one for some reason died after about 15 minutes, so didn’t get a lot done. I still have a lot of fringe around the edges of my lawn.
It has been so hot I decided to see if some tree branches that fell in the spring and didn’t get cut up were dry enough I could break them into pieces to put in a lawn/leaf bag for collection. They were, so there I was He-Woman breaking those limbs down with my small, garden-gloved hands and shoving them into the lawn/leaf bag. Some of the larger ones required a bit more, so I would stand on one end and bend the other end up toward me attempting to break it off. Only lost my balance a couple times but with some wild karate chop maneuvers managed to regain my balance and stay on my feet. Poked myself in the stomach with the end of a branch once, and didn’t scream when I almost grabbed a spider off the ground. Maybe there is hope for me yet.
So I’ve wacked the weeds, bagged the branches, and now I’m ready to gather the grass. I like hot weather but it is no fun when trying to rake and sweat is running off your forehead and into your eyes, which makes your eyes sting. By the time I got to the backyard I wanted to get it all into one bag and be done with it. It was one very full paper lawn and leaf bag. No room to roll the top over. I pushed the grass down as much as I could, but it still was full right to the top. It wasn’t heavy to carry from the backyard to the end of the drive, but it was awkward because I had to be careful so I didn’t trip and spill it. Hopefully no one was watching as I did a waddle-walk with the bag gripped between my hands in front of me as I walked the length of the drive.
I decided to sweep off my front porch. Spiders come out at night, so I am constantly sweeping and/or spraying away the webs. I’m walking along, sweeping the porch and walked right into one of those fine spider webs you can’t see, all over my face. Ugghh! It feels like you have this sticky substance on your face and you just want it off. There I am, wiping my face with my hands frantically trying to get this web substance off me. Why in the world must spiders build there webs where people intend to walk? Can’t they stay away from houses and leave us humans alone? Apparently not.
Those aren’t all the things that went wrong during my week. I’ve only blessed you with the highlights. So how did I get through a Murphy’s Law Comedy Drama week without falling apart or killing someone? I look for the humor in each situation.
Picture a favorite comedy show character and/or show….I Love Lucy, Tim the Tool Man, Grace Under Fire, Sienfeld, or any other show. Picture the main character in one of the above situations. When reality is not reality but a comedy show it is funny. When you’re having one of those weeks and living the reality, look for the humor in each situation. Try to relax, go with the flow. It won’t be a Murphy’s Law Comedy Drama week every week. At least I hope not!
I was grocery shopping recently and had a craving for a childhood snack — graham crackers with frosting on them. I purchased the box of crackers and grabbed what I thought was standard chocolate frosting. Imagine my delight when I popped open that little container and discovered chocolate mint — double yum!
That got me to thinking about some of the simple things from my childhood that kids today don’t have the opportunity to experience. Back when I was a child life was more simple. Summer was spent playing outside. There weren’t any arranged play-dates set up by parents, we weren’t in day care centers, and our parents did not have us participating in scheduled activities.
We got up in the morning and walked or rode our bike to a friend’s house, rang the doorbell and asked if they could come out and play. When was the last time a child did that? Today’s children probably wouldn’t know how. We didn’t have video games, cell phones, ipads, or any of the other technology that kids today rely on. So what did we do with our time? We had fun!
A field behind the house could be trampled down into “rooms” in which we could roll out our baby carriages and play house. We would lay on our backs and look at the clouds, making determinations on what they looked like. We played Ring-Around-The-Rosie, Duck-Duck-Goose, Mother May I, Red Rover Red Rover, Tag, Kick-the-Can, and hide-and-go-seek.
We only had three TV channels, and cartoons were a Saturday morning specialty. Every kid sat in front of the TV watching their favorites. Between Saturdays we had our comic books to read. My girlfriend and I would put our comic books into the saddle baskets of our bikes, then read our comic books as we rode our bikes down the street no-handed….and we weren’t even wearing helmets!
We would sit on the porch playing jacks. At one time I was able to handle pick-ups of 20 jacks at a time. We played a lot. Do kids play jacks anymore? Are they even available to purchase? Ours were tiny metal jacks with a small red ball. What about hula hoops and pogo sticks? With a swing of the hips your hula hoop could be forced up to the neck or down to the knees and back to the waste. Regular jump rope, Chinese jump rope, and hop scotch kept us busy.
I lived in a small town. We would ride our bikes downtown and go to the library and the dime store. I did a lot of reading. Nancy Drew was my favorite, and so was Alfred Hitchcock and Agatha Christie as I got older. We bought pop in glass bottles out of a vending machine. Everyone chewed Bazooka bubble gum, and we all loved the little tiny comics that came inside. Gum wrappers were used to make chains…what we did with those chains I don’t remember.
We looked for 4-leaf clovers. Flower petals were pulled off one-by-one saying “he loves me, he loves me not.” Dandelions were held under the chin to see if your chin shone yellow, but I don’t remember why. If we found a dandelion gone to seed, a “wisher,” we were thrilled….but our father wasn’t if he saw us blowing those seeds out into the lawn.
Back then most people did not have air conditioning. Windows were open, fans were used. One strong childhood summer memory does not involve me but my father. He would mow the lawn and then afterward watch the ball game on TV. One of my favorite scents and sounds of summer is the combination of fresh mowed grass and a baseball ball game on the TV or radio.
What are some of your childhood memories? No matter how old or young you are, if you are an adult I am sure things have changed since your childhood. Do you have childhood cravings? Do you wish your children and/or grandchildren could experience life as it once was, not as it is now?
I live in a home that is not quite city and not quite country. I am on a state highway and have neighbors nearby, yet we also have quite a bit of wildlife in the area. I usually enjoy these glimpses of nature in action, but this year I have had both the pleasurable and the less desirable.
There is a pair of rabbits that I have viewed on more than one occasion in my neighbor’s yard. Normally you just see a rabbit hopping across the lawn, nothing spectacular. This pair, however, is comical and unique. One rabbit will jump up considerably high into the air and the other rabbit will run beneath it. Then they will turn and repeat the steps again. I have watched them do this on more than one occasion. Even though they are annoying in the sense that the consume vegetation from the garden, they are comical and fun to watch.
I did not get the thistle and milkweed pulled from my front bushes and the thistle has gotten quite large and gone to seed. There are birds that seem to love this and frequently I look out to see them sitting on the weeds in the shrubbery. This is pleasurable, enough so that I can forgive them for coming up onto my porch, sitting on my chairs there and sometimes leaving reminders of their existence.
If you have been a reader for long you know that I have spiders on my porch every year due to my close proximity to the river. I learn to watch for webs, and as long as they don’t violate the area I need to walk into my house at night, I tolerate them because the benefit is I have a mosquito free yard. Our co-existence would be much easier if they would learn to build their webs on the end of the porch opposite the door, so a few large, persistent ones have been eliminated.
This year my limits have been tested. When I was weed whacking along my patio two small mice jumped up and ran. My daughter informed me that we have had mice outside for years, that my husband just never told me. I would prefer if critters didn’t jump up and run when I am trying to trim the vegetation.
One night I came home after dark and my lights caught an animal walking across my drive — a skunk! While Pepe Le Pew may be adorable in a cartoon, it is not something I want strolling my drive or yard when I am likely to be walking around in the area. That particular night I pulled up onto the grass near my porch steps to hopefully eliminate any possibility of a skunk encounter. As I came to a stop the skunk walked down the front sidewalk across the area near my steps and into the bushes beside the porch. Needless to say I was a titch nervous when I walked up onto the porch to enter the house…so nervous I forgot to look for spiders!
The perfume factory’s appearance was not a one-time sighting. I could smell him periodically at night and a couple days after the initial sighting I saw him walking around in my backyard at 3:30 in the afternoon. This definitely made me nervous as this is a nocturnal animal that was out and about in the middle of the day. It appeared that he may have gone under my shed, but I certainly didn’t want to run out and look. I have purchased mothballs, which I have been told if I spread in the bushes and around and underneath the shed will deter the skunk.
Before that problem had been tackled I discovered a hornet/wasp nest hanging on the upper corner of my shed. It was fairly good size and very active. I purchased two cans of spray designed to kill wasps and hornets and my daughter, Caroline, came over and doused the nest with a foaming spray the first night. The next morning I looked out and the nest was still active. Caroline’s boyfriend, Rob, is used to dealing with these pests when working, so he came over that night and re-sprayed that nest. In the process of trying to eliminate one nest, he discovered three more nests had been started under a loose board so sprayed them all for me. The next day Rob came back to check the inside of the shed where he discovered another five small hives being started. Thanks to Rob all hives have been treated and destroyed and the loose board is nailed back for me.
So, wildlife is wonderful if it is deer standing in my front yard, rabbits playing a hopping game, or birds sitting on flowering weeds. What I do not like is the perfume factory of Pepe Le Pew, mice, and wasps/hornets invading my space. If they stay in the wooded areas things will be just fine. After all, I have my limits, and my limits are not beneficial to their lifeline.
Bundled up in insulated overalls and a winter jacket, Lucinda lifts the gallon size bucket. The water sloshes back and forth as she trudges across the yard, head bent down against the bitter cold and wind. The walls of the chicken coop provide little refuge from the cold as she pours water into containers for the chickens.
WHAMP! The entire building shakes as the door to the coop slams shut, dropping the latch closed in the process. Lucinda tries to open the door and realizes she is trapped. Chicken coop doors latch from the outside, not the inside.
Lucinda peers out the window toward her house. Andrew is inside watching the football game on TV. Surely he will realize she is gone longer than usual and come looking for her….or will he? It is a good game and he isn’t likely to leave his chair until it is over. This could be a long wait, the game isn’t due to end for over an hour.
Thankful she had at least put on warm clothes, Lucinda contemplates her options as a captive in a chicken coop. There is the small hatch door that the chickens go in and out. Maybe she could slip out of the coop that way. It could be kind of tricky. Should she go feet first or head first? Slide out on her stomach or on her back? So many decisions when planning an escape.
Of course the size of the hatch could prove a challenge. What if she gets partway out and gets stuck? How long would she have to remain there, wedged half in/half out of the coop before Andrew discovered her? Would the two of them be able to free her? Would they have to call and wait for a rescue team?
If a rescue team has to be called, would the local news pick it up on a scanner and arrive to capture the live story of the chicken coop captive. Good grief, would she ever live such a news story down? The stupidity of the human race is always great for human interest articles. Maybe the hatch escape idea isn’t such a great one after all. Maybe some good solid female bonding with a brood of chickens is the better option.
WHAMP! A blast of arctic air somehow managed to dislodge the latch and blew the door back open. FREEDOM! Lucinda decided to make a break for it. After all, the opportunity might be short lived. The chickens were quite hospitable during her short visit, but the idea of an extended stay was not on her list of things to do on a Sunday afternoon.
Closing the door firmly behind her as she enters the warmth of their home, Lucinda looks at her husband, still relaxing in front of the TV. Didn’t he realize she had been gone longer than normal? How long would he have waited before coming to check on her?
Andrew contemplated Lucinda ‘s experience as a chicken coop captive before he responded “Oh, I would of figured out something was wrong when the chicken (for dinner) was done and you were not back inside.”
Typical man, the brain goes to food and a growling stomach would have finally keyed him into the fact that his wife was missing in action. Better not go out to tend the chickens immediately after consuming a meal, the wait for a rescue could take hours!
Safety Tips for Chicken Coop Care:
1. Wear insulated outer wear to protect yourself from the elements.
2. Carry a cell phone to call for assistance as needed.
3. Go at a time when your husband may become hungry and realize you are missing.
4. Make sure you tell your friends and family about any mishaps so they can later share your story with others.
This is based on a true story, names of the couple have been changed to protect their privacy.
I was sitting at my desk this morning when I looked up to see a young squirrel hopping across my front yard and up onto a raised bed surrounding our tree. He then perched on the wall for a moment, turning his head looking around before he scampered up the tree and onto a bottom limb, Mr. Squirrel then sat on the limb, facing the road, watching traffic go by.
What was his reason for going to the tree and stopping first on the wall and then sitting on the branch? What was the purpose of this observation? Was he looking for someone, meaning another squirrel? Was he contemplating the safety of venturing out and crossing the road? Was he just enjoying the morning view, something to do for a moment?
After a few minutes he scampered back down the tree and without hesitation hopped off the raised flower bed, onto the lawn and ran back from the direction in which he had originally come. What was his next destination? Why was he going there?
We will never know what was going on in that squirrel’s mind. What his purpose or goals were at the moment. In our hectic, fast-paced world it is relaxing to contemplate for a moment what is going on in the mind of an animal that appears to take action that in some form or another had a purpose, we just don’t know what that purpose was.
As I sat down this morning and looked out my window I had the contrast of a tree in my front yard that is still full of leaves, and they haven’t even changed color, but the trees across the street are bare of any leaves at all. Then I have shrubs with snow on them, and a neighbor across the street running his large snow blower in his drive.
The contrast of these items shouldn’t come as a surprise — I live in Michigan. We have a saying here, if you don’t like the weather wait five minutes, it will change. However where I live, in the thumb just south of Port Huron, I am not used to snow on the ground until January or February. We still wear spring jackets in November, people ride their motorcycles, we haven’t found our ice scrapers yet. I am not a winter person, I took these photos standing inside my house, through the screen.
An arctic blast has moved across the country, dumping cold and snow everywhere. Buffalo, New York has taken a major hit. Given what is going on elsewhere, I really can’t complain about what I am dealing with here in the thumb….well, yes I can. I’m still not happy, just recognize it isn’t as bad as it could be. There is snow coming down as I write this.
In April I wrote Wild Weather Past and Present because we were also having strange weather this past spring. If you didn’t get a chance to read it then, check it out. It shows that bizzare weather has been going on for hundreds of years. The advantage is we now have homes with furnaces, cars with heaters, snow blowers, plow trucks, and tons of modern conveniences that our forefathers did not have when dealing with wild and bizzare weather.
Stay Warm. I am trying to look on the positive side: It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere we go.
This is a Blog Bonus – a posting that is not on my normal schedule, a little something extra. In my last post They’re Back I talked about the return of the spiders to my front porch, something I am not thrilled with. My 3-year old grandson, Corbin and 8-year old grandson, Austin, seem to view the event differently. Corbin thought they were spiderman, and Austin thought I had a “cute little spider” and they both stood on the porch the other night when the spiders were out and said goodbye to the spiders before leaving. Guess it is all in perspective. I would love to say goodbye to the spiders, but on a permanent basis and it would be them leaving, not me.
It keeps you on your toes when things are constantly changing. A couple weeks ago I noticed they started appearing again, just a few, but the number has grown and their size has grown, and unfortunately they have returned, but I don’t really understand why that would happen now.
Back in June I wrote a post Where Have All the Spiders Gone? about the spiders that have taken up residency on my front porch every spring since our move here in 2004. This year for some reason they never arrived. They weren’t putting forth an appearance every evening on the sides and ceiling of my front porch, and we didn’t have to worry about walking through a web if we arrived home after dark and the front light wasn’t on. Over the course of the summer I enjoyed not having them here. I could sit out on the porch reading in the evening and not have to worry about them stringing webs above my head if I read past dusk. It was wonderful, until now.
They are back! Why would they come back in mid September? Don’t they know fall is here, that the temperatures are going to get colder? Do they have to cover my porch with their webs now, after all this time? Don’t they know I have grown accustomed to their absence? Could I be so lucky as to have a frost this fall kill them all off once and for all?
I really shouldn’t complain, after all they stay outside. In all these years I have never had a problem with them invading the inside of the house. I don’t have a problem with mosquitoes, most likely thanks to spider consumption. Maybe they have done me a favor. I used to be the type of person that would freak at the sight of a microscopic sized spider, now I can walk in with them all over the porch and not go into a state of panic. That isn’t to say I don’t try to come in as quickly as possible to prevent the possibility of one landing on me, but I am able to walk calmly into the house without looking like I’m trying to escape a mass murder. In fact I have grown to enjoy the comical, panicky entrance of those who are freaked out by them. That still does nothing to satisfy the questions that now perplex me.
My mind is even more curious than it was a few months ago. Why were they here for nine years beginning in the spring and staying through fall, then this spring never arrived? Where have they been all summer? Why are they suddenly making their appearance now? Will they be back next spring? The great spider mystery, it just adds to the craziness. I think it may become a cold case, never to be resolved.
Our 3-year old grandson, Corbin, was recently at our house and I decided to go out and take some photos while he was playing in the backyard. It is easy to forget how active and intrigued with the little things a 3-year old can be. Warning — don’t watch them play if you aren’t feeling energized, because just watching that continuous movement can wear you out.
Up the slide, down the slide, over to the next slide, up and down. Jump in the Little Tikes car, park and get out, go in the Little Tikes house, out of the house, open the windows, shut the windows. Look outside to see who is there. Get back in the car and move it a bit, on the other hand why drive, easier to get out and push. Oops! I haven’t gone down the slide in a few minutes, better take another run at that before walking the ledge around the flower garden.
Hey, there is a hill over there to can roll down, and some exposed dirt to pick up chunks of and throw. What can I see down the water drain? I know you’re supposed to sit at the picnic table, but much easier to play King of the Mountain if standing on it. Wow, Grandma and Grandpa’s big table has a hole in it, wonder what is down there?
Back and forth, over and over, the activities continued, rotating from one end of the yard to the other over and over again. It never even occurred to me that he was paying any attention to the small windmill we have out there, which was turning at a good clip due to a nice breeze, until the wind stopped. Never underestimate the ability of a child to know what is going on around them.
Corbin stopped, pointed to the windmill and said “uh oh, what happened? Turn it back on”
Ron blew on it a bit to show Corbin that wind makes it go, not an on/off switch. Of course Corbin didn’t worry for long. After all he had to re-park the car, see what was going on inside his house, and take a few more runs down the slide. Life is a whirlwind of activity when you are three years old.