It's the 2nd Tuesday of the month, the day on which my former boss and I have a standing date to meet for lunch.
Yesterday, I almost over-booked myself for today.
Another art class, a 4-week drawing/perspective class, was scheduled to begin today, and I wanted to go. It was to start at 1 p.m. and last until 3 p.m. Lunch with the boss is at noon and is 10 minutes away from the art class. I texted The Boss to ask if we could meet at 11:30 instead of noon.
While I had my phone in my hand, I called my cousin, an 82-year-old woman who teaches a weekly line dance class. (She also teaches weekly tap dance classes.) I wanted to join the line dance class (don't laugh) purely for the exercise and to get my reclusive ass out of the house. Cousin Kay didn't answer - I knew she wouldn't - but I left a voice message. She called me back a few minutes later, as I was driving to town to check on the community garden. She'd love for me to join the class, she said. It starts at 2:30 today and is 5 minutes from the art class. To get to the dance class on time, I'd have to leave the art class early.
We talked all the way to town (had to catch up on the family gossip, you know). I ended up telling her I'd see her in November. By November, I will probably have forgotten about it . . . or maybe chickened out. She told me that the class often performs at nursing homes and community events (she referred to these performances as "shows"). There's only 4 or 5 of them, all of them in the neighborhood of 80 years old. They wear matching sparkly costumes. I'm not sure I'm up for all of that.
I went on to town, dropped off some stuff at Goodwill, took my laptop back to the county IT guy, checked on the community garden. I could've picked a few peas, but they should be ok on the vines until a few more ripen. Somebody else had already picked the squash. :-|
Anyway . . . .
About the time I got home from town, I learned that the art class has been put off until next week.
I still hadn't heard from The Boss by that time, so I texted her and told her to ignore my previous text. She finally replied this morning. We're on for noon.
I spent the rest of the afternoon battling flying insects on the back porch. The stink bugs are out in force, as are a zillion moths that apparently hatched out of a bucket of bird seeds. They're driving me crazy, buzzing past my head and even landing on me. The old stand-by Dyson vacuum cleaner is plugged in on the porch, and whenever a stink bug zooms past me and lands on the screen, I grab the vacuum and suck it up. Do not try this with a vacuum cleaner that you intend to use inside the house. Once in the canister, the stink bugs loose their juice jets, and the air coming out of the vacuum cleaner is foul. Odor-wise, it would be less stinky to just swat the stink bugs, but then I'd miss that satisfying thump as they go down the vacuum cleaner hose.
It's harder to vacuum the moths.
I had no idea these things would hatch out of bird seeds. The seeds are in a clear plastic bin with a tight-fitting lid. The bin is in a chair on the back porch, and one day, when the sun was shining just right, I saw moths swarming inside the bin. I take it outside when I want to open it, but they are somehow getting out and are zooming around inside the porch.
They are agile and very hard to catch in the air with the vacuum cleaner hose.
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