This post is an excuse to tell you some random stories and wish everyone Happy Easter, Passover, Pagan spring thing or whatever. I hope you enjoy scampering naked through a field of wildflowers, eating too much chocolate or going to your church.
Katniss has Help…
As most of you know, we have a feral cat who visits twice a day for dinner. We named her Katniss and have a collection of little plates just for her. Rabies is quite common in Texas so I am very careful to separate Katniss’s plates from Toffee’s (our indoors cat from Egypt). I am also lazy and end up with a pile of dirty dishes after a few days. Then I will put them in a bucket of soapy, bleachy water to soak and then will clean them. A week ago, I forgot to finish my task and left the bucket outside overnight. I sleep with industrial ear plugs because Teddy really snores like a bear. He commented in the morning that he wondered what the raccoons had been doing in the night (how could he hear anything over the snoring?) He said that it sounded like they were breaking something and were chittering noisily. Later on, I remembered my bucket and went out to do the dishes but someone had beaten me to it. I looked at the bucket quizzically because the saucers were all placed tidily alongside. I burst out laughing when I realized that the raccoons had ‘washed’ the dishes for me. They are very smart little critters who love playing with water. They will dip toys in the water as well as their food. Our neighbor found them swimming in her pool one night, chittering happily. I wondered if I should get them a toy kitchen.
The back-handed insult
I will be volunteering on Easter Sunday, as usual, and my doctor refers to it as my church service. I love that idea and the next time a rude customer asks me if I have nothing better to do on a Sunday, I will say I am at my church doing something more useful than singing hymns. Last week a pleasant older lady asked me where I was born (Scottish accent). I told her the long story short – Californian Irish Mexican hybrid. She looked at me carefully and then said, “You are a beautiful woman” “You don’t look a bit Mexican”. I really didn’t know how to respond to that ‘compliment quickly followed by insult’.
The real compliment
On my recent trip to the Texas countryside, I was driving along the major route between Houston and Austin. The speed limit is 75 miles per hour but in Texas we read that as 85 or more; it is some kind of state dyslexia… I noticed a group of cars had stopped on the side of the road and then saw the reason – BLUEBONNETS!! To my own astonishment, I slowed down and did exactly the same. Every Texan gets excited about our wildflower season but bluebonnets are an indigenous little blue Lupine that sets our hearts aflame. Here is a link to a previous funny post about Bluebonnets. After acting like an idiot on the road, I noticed a field of them next to my hotel which was near a super Walmart and, even better, A THRIFT STORE! Kerry was in heaven, both with bluebonnets and cheap clothes. It was a treasure trove with rich ranchers’ cast offs. One top still had the ticket on it – $50 for $5. At the desk, the young girl tentatively asked me if I was over 55 (30% senior discount) and I brought out my driving license (yes, they really gave me one). She said that I didn’t look 55. As I related this story to my colleagues later they expressed surprise at my real age and willingness to admit it in this age obsessed society. Again I burst out laughing – I just told them I shopped at thrift stores so why hide my age. Dang it, I would do pretty much anything for a 30% discount…