I’ve been so spoiled lately, enjoying the up and down fall weather. Today may be the beginning of the end of our changeable autumnal interlude though. It’s cold and dreary and definitely feels more like a preamble to winter. At least we still have Thanksgiving to look forward to before we settle in for our long winter’s nap.
Nothing all that exciting is going on today, which I’m eternally grateful for. After the last week, I’m more than happy to just be sitting at my desk and working. And blogging, of course. Being the owner of a small business, there was only us to change out the furniture in our office. The excitement of redecorating fades quickly once the heavy lifting starts. What a mess it was. Yes, I love the new furnishings. But I’m still exhausted. In the middle of the melee my daughter came home from college to visit. So it was a juggling act, making sure we got this job done by Tuesday morning (monday was the holiday) and spent enough time with her. Add to that my father-in-law just having moved out of my daughter’s room into his new apartment and needing…everything….plus my husband heading up to Syracuse for all of Saturday to watch a friend race, and you’ve got a recipe for abject weariness.
When I told my son that I was looking forward to the work week starting, he was confused and asked why? Didn’t I enjoy relaxing on the weekend? He is such a funny boy. So smart. So bright. He makes me laugh.
So I’m sitting in the truck at the bank, waiting for the husband to come back out, and here’s what I see. I watched these two characters for a minute or so before I thought to whip out the phone and take their picture. I swear to you, they were having a conversation. One was looking at the other, arms crossed, just listening, whilst the one on the left was gesturing and, I imagine, chattering away about….. Ok so then I begin to wonder what on earth two flies have to talk about. Because, I am telling you, they were TALKING to each other.
"And then...buzz buzz buzz.....he had the nerve to say....buzz buzz buzz....."
Now, I’m not saying a fly’s life isn’t so simple as to not be able to supply the average dipteran with enough topics to enthrall his fellow bi-wings. Wouldn’t that be a major diss. For all I know, these two geniuses could have been discussing a new, streamlined process for metabolizing their food. Heck, they could have been discussing world peace for all I know. Or they could be two dudes discussing picking up some cute flies that evening at the local…whatever it is…that flies meet at. I mean, there IS no shortage of flies in the world. Obviously they like each other a lot and have some form of courtship rituals. Yuk. Ok, never mind that. Hey, this could have been a fly first date! Well, if it was, I’d like to tell the little lady that the big guy didn’t seem to let her get one word in edgewise. Big lug. Hopefully she is taking her time with this guy. And where does he take her? To my mirror? For a first date? Get creative dude. She’s a fly, not an idiot.
And, no, I do not have too much time on my hands.