Thursday, August 21, 2014
Close to Nowhere
It’s Tuesday all right
I had a nice little column in my head most of the day Monday that I’d planned to write as soon as I got to the office Tuesday morning.
I always come in early — in that hour by myself I can get a lot done — but this particular Tuesday (as I write this at 4:14 p.m. and we send the paper off at a little before 5) hasn’t gone as planned.
The morning started a bit late as my alarm didn’t go off — again. I think I need a new one. But, by 6:45 a.m. I was trying to head out the door.
My youngest brother Danny was at the house, working on his “Danny Do” list. Maggie Mae, his much-loved dog that kinda looks like an akita, was in the house and needed to go outside. She really thinks she’d like to eat a cat or two. I really think she’d better not!
We keep her on a chain outside — if she’s inside we keep the inside cat in my sewing room. This all kinda works out.
But I digress — this Tuesday morning Maggie really needed to go out, so I’d taken her outside and put her on her tie-out, which meant as I was running late, I had to stop and bring her back in the house.
She was very anxious to get back in the house and Bernadette, our really big puppy, and Minerva, our very small new puppy, were all happy that I was outside to play with them.
As I squished Minerva under foot and was falling over Bernadette, Maggie lunged for the door, which meant that I ended up sprawled full-length on the back stairs. My knee is skinned, my right hand fingers now have mostly broken fingertips and nails and my shin really hurts.
So, being only about 20 or so minutes late, I got to work and began to relax — aaaahhh — peace and quiet!
The phone has rung all day long — which is good, as it means people are reading the paper and want to put their own personal stuff in it, which means that people will keep reading it to read all about their friends and neighbors.
Me, I like reading about people in Marshall County. I feel like I know just about everyone — and we’re all friends.
As usually happens when I expect a quiet, calm day, this Tuesday went haywire. But, you know, I’d be bored stiff if Tuesdays (deadline days) weren’t haywire.
Meredith, my oldest granddaughter, just called to say three of the dogs have been bitten by a snake. She’s on her way to Willow Bend with all three.
It must be Tuesday...
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