Call Me Crazy, Maybe

Yesterday was beautiful, temps in the 70s, bright sunshine. I scurried outside 14 minutes after last bell, when my contracted minutes are over for the day, to head to the post office while The Pony was at Scholar Bowl practice. The trip was actually for him, because he wanted me to mail his four recent string designs to his paramour. String designs are done on colored cardboard, with colored string strung through specific coordinates. It's a math thing. And since his paramour had a birthday today, The Pony wanted to offer her something special. No card. No poem. No note. Just four string designs in a big flap envelope: a flower, a snowflake, some hearts, and a paddlewheel. That's how he does things.

I returned minus $9.80 for a book of stamps, $1.71 for the string designs, and 42 minutes of my life that I'll never get back. The Pony finished his practice, and we headed out to T-Hoe for our weekly trip to pick up Dominos pizza. No warming food in the oven or heating it in the microwave on Wednesdays. That's a late day due to practice, and Survivor starts at 7:00. Nor did we have time to drive out to Mom's house and adjust the lights and shades like we did on Tuesday.

The Pony had been penned inside all day, and grew a bit frisky as we exited the building.

"Oh, wow! It's so nice, you put the windows down!"

Let the record show that I cracked (heh heh I said CRACKed) each of the four windows about two inches. I'm not leaving my car windows down, even on the school parking lot after final bell in the closest parking space to the surveillance camera. No sirree, Bob! My momma didn't raise a fool, nor a trusting naive rube. I hoisted myself into the driver's seat, and The Pony clambered in behind me.

"Hey! Look! A ladybug! It's on the back of your headrest. I'll put it out."

"Can you throw away this receipt from the post office? It says your package will be at her house on Friday, but the lady at the counter said Saturday."

"Just a minute. I'm still working with the ladybug. I took a McDonald's receipt out of the trash bag. Come on. Climb on there. There you go, out the window. Go! It won't let go. Go on. Fly away! Okay. Finally!"

Yeah. Say that I'm crazy. How many times before have I found two ladybugs in my house and one in my car in a two-week period? Never. Until now. Mom's ladybugs have found me. Oh, yeah. The date was the 11th. My birthday is on the 11th. Of LAST month.

I'm pickin' up what somebody's layin' down.