It’s 4:15…

It is 4:15 on Wednesday morning and I have already had lions, tigers, and a cougar in my house, found a new pitch to my voice, created a new dance move, oh, and I chased a tree frog. It’s been an eventful morning so far, not to be out done by a fairly interesting week.

Our week began with us finishing up the painting of our bedroom, if you remember we painted almost the entire inside of our house a few weeks ago. Needless to say, I’m not looking forward to painting again for quite some time. My ‘painting clothes,’ including my painting underwear, are currently at a level of stiffness that allows them to stand at attention in a corner of my closet even after they’ve been washed.

Last week we had some renovation work done connecting our bedroom to the bedroom next door and giving Cliff his own area for his desk and his myriad of sports memorabilia. In doing this we changed the entrance to our bedroom. This did not sit well with our little 15 year old chihuahua, Stinky Stell, who insists on using the doorway that is now a wall. Through the process she has walked into the wall studs, the solid wall, and now Cliff’s dresser which is on that wall. If it is possible, and I think it is, I’m fairly certain the poor girl has doggy dementia. In her defense she is, in dog years, 108 years old. I guess this  proves the old adage, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” On most mornings, I pick her up and carry her to the hallway where she’s on familiar ground. From there, she’s usually okay.

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Last night, I dreamt that I was living in a huge house next to an apartment building with The Carpenters, not the ‘carpenters’, but ‘The Carpenters,’ the singing duo from when I was a teenager. Yeah, I don’t know why. Anyway, we, the Carpenters and I, had an enormous kitchen in this house and we fed lions and tigers and cougars…Oh my! The animals came inside occasionally, but lived outside, very much upsetting the people living in the apartment building next door. We were getting complaints, discussing that a cougar and mountain lion are the same thing, and cooking on a beautiful 16 burner stove top when I woke up.

I rescued Stell from yet another collision with the dresser and came downstairs to perform my usual morning ritual. I was getting ready to open the slider when, out of nowhere, a tree frog landed on my foot; hence the dance move, think Irish Step Dancing in fast motion, and the new pitch, which quite frankly, I’ve never heard before. Until that point, I was always an alto. After letting the dogs out, I began searching for the tree frog who had gone from my foot to the dog’s water dish and then disappeared. Tree frogs can do that.

Before I continue, I’d like to say that I am not afraid of ‘critters’. We have six grandsons. I can and have caught lizards with my hands. I’ve held snakes and other kinds of frogs. I’ve spared the lives of spiders. I’ve captured bugs of various kinds. But tree frogs are sticky, I don’t like to touch them and I certainly don’t like them touching me, especially not at 4:15 am. As a side note, I did not really need my coffee to wake up this morning.

After a fairly thorough search I found the tree frog hiding behind my curtain, not only are they sticky, they are also sneaky. I got behind it, praying that they are incapable of jumping backwards and poked it with a broom towards the back slider. It landed on the leg of my kitchen chair. Not a spot I could reach with a glass to avoid touching it, I carefully carried the chair outside. The tree frog must have enjoyed the ride because it didn’t move until we were well into the backyard. I then returned to my kitchen, made my now unnecessary coffee, and decided this would be a fun story to share with all of you. I’m sure it will at least make you smile and if it doesn’t, there’s this. One of our many kitchen spatulas, which I purchased at Publix, came apart this week causing my husband to ask, in all seriousness, ‘Does this have a warranty?’😃

This life…we have to laugh because, when you think about it, it’s really not that big a deal.

P.S. ~ Thank you all for reading my blog! If you receive my email and received a ‘draft’ along with my blog last week, I’m so sorry. I’m not sure how that happened. There was a time when that might have bothered me, but not anymore. Now I realize it’s really not that big a deal! 😉

 

About Not That Big a Deal

Roxanne has a gift for writing and making people laugh. She enjoys sharing both with as many as she can.
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