Oh Monday,

why'd you do me like that? What did I ever do to you? Sunday was tough enough with my bees swarming AGAIN. Stuck 50 or so feet in the air on a cottonwood tree limb BETWEEN my chicken coops. Um yes I have dueling chicken pens, somewhere along the way I went from nice hobby famer gal to crazy chicken lady with 65 birds. Mmmhhmmm that's me, with a crazy pissed off swarm o' bees stuck in the tree above them all. Yeah me. I have no hope of getting them back, I lie, I have hope it is slim and I can't rely on it. It's cold, it's raining and for the most part I have to write them off. So Sunday was kind of lame but I held on to the hope that Monday would be better. I am such a sucker for tomorrow.

Did I mention rain? Torrential down pours of rain, as in a bucket being poured on your head, rain? Yes, well it did that all evening on Sunday. We thundered out to pull things in out of the rain, covered one chicken pen and roared back in completely soaked but all important things were covered or pulled in. Hahhhahaha when I got in my truck this morning, guess what I found. YES both windows facing away from the house were rolled down. Water literally trickled out when I opened the door. I was so spitting mad at the last driver of my truck that I couldn't see straight. I was headed to Radio Free Palmer to record some "5 minutes for dinner" pieces, I could hardly see straight the whole drive. Yeah yeah its 5 minutes but boy was I cranky.

We wheeled up in front of the studio and I took a deep cleansing breath, attempting to collect myself. Hollered to the boys to come along and promptly ripped the door handle right off the door. Sitting in the parking lot holding the small piece of metal that should open my door, in my hand at eye level completely shattered my composure. I freaked, I couldn't open the door with the stub that was left and I was stuck in my truck. Panic set in and I yelled to the boys to run and let me out. For once they obeyed and shot out the passenger side and got my door open. We strode into the building at full tilt, just getting away from it all. Rain sprinkled down on us.

I recorded some great bits, putting all that energy to good use, and my kids happily folded origami in the office while I was doing it. I came out of the studio and stared balefully at my truck from above. My truck, who had been left to soak up the rain the night before, had paid me back when she loosed her handle at me. Then I noticed something, NO, the passenger side door was wide open and letting in more rain. In the middle of town, in a busy section even, door wide open, steal me or my contents please, caution driver door does not open from the inside. Needless to say I came straight home and parked before she noticed another transgression.


**whistling**



Peace and Love--