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February 6, 2009 by Debbie.
The end of the head/chest cold is in sight, but not close enough for me. An occasional cough still catches me off guard, no pun intended, with aggrivating results. I’m kind of tired of this, ya know? Actually, this afternoon I’m kind of tired of barnyard chuckles and chickens who won’t go in their coop for the night and chasing stinky buck goats OUT of the coop while I’m trying to chase chickens and one mad rooster IN the coop. Yes, that’s me. The maniac with the long white pvc pipe swinging every which way and let any PETA person come within reach of my pipe and we’ll chat about animal rights.
It started as a free day …. don’t remember the last time I had one. I went in to town to shop, meaning hitting the Goodwill stores first. I had three things on my list - flannel nightgown (I’m sick of winter, too), long sleeve white shirt, jeans skirt. I came out of the first Goodwill store with a jeans jumper that actually fit and looks almost new. Next stop was the Thrift store. 9:00 and they didn’t open til 10:00. Gesh. 10:00 is so late for my morning. So on to JoAnn’s to get some thread. 9:11 and they open at 9:00. Obviously, no one told the doors that. After pounding on the locked doors and shivering without my jacket - wind was HORRIBLE today, I gave up and went across the street to the second Goodwill Store. Tried on some things but really didn’t find anything. Back to JoAnn’s. Afterwards I figured I was this close, I’d try JC Penneys, afterall, the t shirt, skirt and jacket I was wearing were all bought at a JC Penneys, albeit 15+ years ago. The day went down hill from there. As I walked in the store I heard ‘the voice’ in my head saying “retail - at least 50% markup” and cringed. It had been over a year since the last time I’d walked into a retail clothing store and I hadn’t found anything then. No different today. I never understood what my Mom meant when she could look around a full store and say she couldn’t find anything. NOW I know. I ran screaming wildly from the store, vowing to never return. I wondered what people were looking at.
The wind, the wind, the wind! It’s trying to blow Texas right in to Oklahoma and all through my head, from ear to ear. My brain feels like a spinning wheel that can’t settle on anything. Up here on top of the hill clothes on the line are blowing parallel to the ground. The only benefit is there will be no wrinkles left in them, if they can stay attached long enough to dry. Now I remember why I have so few ‘free’ days. Nothing frustrates me like not accomplishing much of anything in a ‘free day’. This Farmer Woman is bored and we all know idle hands are the devil’s workshop so I’m going to fix supper.
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