Having gone through a state of catatonia, I failed to mention the fate of the lost purse, which after three hours became the “had been lost” purse. It was in the basement, hanging on a chair with something thrown over it. It seems that I was cleaning the freezer when I got the call to pick Summer up and when I returned, I, and the purse with the driver’s license in it which was over my shoulder, went right back downstairs.
It was unusual for me, but I did not go anywhere with my purse later. It just hung there and I had had all I wanted to see of the freezer for awhile.
Yesterday and today, I painted the fence on the south of the shed Classic Barn Red. Five Gallons of paint weighs a lot. That repetitive brush/roller business gets a little old as well. I’d say I aged five years – at least my muscles feel like it. And I got splotchy – big classic red spots all over me; it was an adventure.
The good thing about it was that the Rural King lady who sold me the paint had a wonderful story about how her parents met during the war at a Curtis-Wright Plant in Ohio and then started dating when they met again at Purdue in a class in which they documented the number of bugs that crossed over a square foot of dirt. (I think Purdue calls it farmland.) Then we shared snake stories and then some young guy came up to buy some tool or whatever. He looked askance at us. Oh, well, no snake story for him.