Other days, I am certain of it.
Although I said I was cranking up to a rant or at least political discussion last night, I've done walked myself out of it. Actually, I'm going to town to meet up with some young'uns.
Who the hell am I channeling today?
Well, I've had one conversation with the guy in charge of laying sidewalks and one conversation with the lady at the water board office and another woman who was in the office too.
"How far do you walk?" the other lady asked me.
"She gets it, don't she?" asked the water board lady.
We proceeded to discuss nude beaches among other things.
The sidewalk guy needed to talk to me about how we weren't going to be able to get our cars in or out from this afternoon until tomorrow evening. He looked around at my yard and said, "My god, this is a beautiful place."
I saw it through his eyes and it is. He told me that his wife had always wanted an old house like mine. "But in all the years we was married, she never did," he said, almost accusingly, as if it had been her fault.
Maybe it was. How would I know?
Anyway, the sidewalk guys are gettin' it too.
Never thought I'd actually see it.
All right. I need to get a shower and scoot before I'm trapped inside the fence.
Which, you know, wouldn't make me too upset although I think I can hear Japanica! calling my name. Costco may be whispering it.
But before I leave- do y'all have any thoughts on Rachel Dolezal? I can't quite figure out how I feel about the whole issue. Not that it's really my business. But I sort of want to discuss it.