With Pam in mind, I grabbed my camera. I followed this woman home from work a few days ago. She was not a young chick but not as old as I am, as I determined in her mirrors. We traveled through a lot of construction zones and every time she passed a flagger she waved to them. Each of them smiled and waved back. What a nice gesture! I’ve never done that. The thought hasn't even crossed my mind to acknowledge a flagger in a kind way or any other way, for that matter.
Life is obviously Good for the lady in the Jeep. She’s doing her thing freely, tag up in the back, letting her hair blow wildly, waving to strangers, and having a grand time. Meanwhile, I’m driving in a very safe SUV with the windows rolled up to keep my hair from looking electric, being intent on getting home to start dinner, and forgetting about those hot construction workers that might need a little encouragement on a hot summer day. I’m pathetic sometimes. Just pathetic. I think I'll carry some ice cold bottled water with me one day and toss them...
I saw the owner of this truck leave it as I was approaching mine. What I didn’t see was his dog sitting in the passenger seat. The temperature on the Lowe’s Home Store parking lot was probably 95 that afternoon. Oh, yeah, the windows were cracked one inch on each side. Big freaking deal! If I didn’t have to get back to work, I would have gone inside Lowe’s to hunt down that idiot so instead, I sat in my car and scribbled a quick note that read like this and left it under his windshield wiper:
IF YOU LOVE YOUR PET, LEAVE IT HOME. DON’T EVER LEAVE YOUR DOG IN THIS TRUCK AGAIN – NOT EVEN FOR A MINUTE IN THIS HEAT, YOU MORON! YOU SHOULD BE ARRESTED.
Last summer, my husband, daughter, and I assisted police officers to break into a van to remove two toy poodles in extreme heat. Enough said. I...just...get...HOT about this.
I almost stepped on this Luna moth. You can’t miss them in flight because of their size and brightness.
To protect it from getting stuck on the bottom of someone’s shoe, I lifted it from the sidewalk to the landscape wall. I had thought of trying to have it pose on my left forefinger for a photo but it started to vibrate, kind of like a funny car before a race.
I’m glad I didn’t lift it because I later learned it was releasing a bit of poison as a defense mechanism and might have caused my finger to sting a little. Looks like a pale-green aircraft.
Well, Claude and Maude are at it again. While they were waiting for me to go back inside the house, they became amorous.
Claude: “Come on, just little pickle tickle.”
Maude: “Get away. I’m not in the mood.”
Claude: "I'll be quick, dear."
Geesh.Claude: “Let’s head back to the feeders. I’m hungry.”
Maude: “Where are the cigarettes?”