Wednesday morning, I awoke at the crack of dawn to the sound of a man yelling in my bedroom window. Boy did that make me mad!
I think you know that my definition of "the crack of dawn" is any time up to around 7 a.m. on a weekday and 8 a.m. on a weekend--maybe even 8:30. This morning, the crack of dawn was at 7 a.m. My alarm goes off at 7:40 a.m.--don't you just HATE missing that last restful hour of sleep? Especially when you've only had five hours of sleep up until that point?
Gosh, I was mad!
You may also wonder why a man was yelling in my bedroom window. I know I was! Fortunately for him, he wasn't AT my window exactly; otherwise, I could have just reached out and slapped him silly. No, he was on my neighbor's upper deck, leaning over the rail, about 30 feet from my open window. I could see him though. I could clearly see him by just opening my eyes, he was that close.
Do you ever wish you'd paid more attention to the bow and arrow lessons in high school P.E.?
I think he must be an actor, judging by the way he was able to project his voice. Deep, loud, and carrying. Oh, and excited too--did I mention excited?
Seriously, how can anyone be excited at 7 a.m.?
Mr. Obnoxious and Self-Absorbed was excited about my neighbors' yard he was looking down at. The beauty of the plants. The size of the fish in the pond. The fresh fruits and vegetables. I guess when he was getting excited and expressing his admiration, the neighbors were still in the house somewhere because their voices were muffled. And yes, they are dedicated gardeners over there. I'm certain I've told you about them before--how they work in their yard all weekend long with their radio turned up, blasting out hits of the 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, from around 9 or 10 a.m. until late in the afternoon. But at least they don't start at the crack of dawn--I'm thankful for that small mercy.
Sometimes I just truly hate people. I know--hate's not a good thing. But anyone who messes with my sleep is seriously asking for hate. Or challenging me to get some quality bow and arrow practice in. (Although now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I could make something happen with a large slingshot and one of my cats. I'll have to give that idea a little more thought.)
I know I said I'd show you how I applique "valleys" tonight, but I needed to rant instead. I'll try to post about applique before I leave for the retreat tomorrow or when I get home again. In the meantime, just remember: If you're ever up at the crack of dawn, don't even THINK about coming near my windows, okay?
How accurate do you think potato guns are at 30 feet?




