missing "t"s

Things break. Ed says this all the time. Since he will never call a repair person if he has the strength to attempt a fix himself, he is one busy guy.

What neither of us can fix however, is my aging computer's missing letter "t." Well, it's not really missing, it's more like a wobbly tooth that can never be made firm again. It works if you stick to mushy bananas and milkshakes, but of course, who lives on a diet of mushy bananas and milkshakes?! 

One of the first things I do in the morning is hunt for missing "t"s in whatever I may have written the night before. (I will have already done a search the previous day, but looking for missing "t"s at night after a long day is like searching for a four leaf clover after sunset with an aid of a very weak flashlight. 

I thought about this early in the morning as I began another full day. The sun is out, the skies a clear, I have plenty to do as I prepare for a visit from the Chicago family and yet here I am, looking for "t"s. Is it compulsion or stubbornness that leads us to irrational acts that suck the minutes out of a busy day?

After most missing "t"s have been added, I go out with my new and heavy camera to feed the animals. And once again I tell myself that I really need to set some adventure goals for this fall. No camera is going to make the walk to the barn extraordinary. And no matter how much Ocean celebrates the ordinary, I'd say an occasional infusion of the unusual into your life is a pretty good thing too. 

(Not today though. Morning walk, as usual!)

This is my day for meeting up with the girls for morning coffee and croissants.

Well, girls plus one little guy who needed company, as his brother and dad went off to play ball. (Hey, Snowdrop did try to be part of a soccer team some years back as well! It did not stick.)

And now the day is a real whirl. Snowdrop is at the farm for a quick visit...

This is when Ed tells me that the water pump, which has been clicking on even when no faucet is open, has  developed a serious problem. Ed wants to shut down everything. I protest. The younger family is about to arrive! The parents have something in the schedule for this day and so I am again keeping an eye on Primrose. Ed mutters, putters, does internet searches. At least he has time for this, because his tree chopping project is on hold: the wood chipping machine just broke.

I concentrate on playing with the little one. Being who I am, I insist on some outdoor time. Primrose goes along. Stuffies and all.

And lo, the water pump problem is (temporarily?) fixed. I am so grateful for this small victory! Indeed, I'm jubilant. Primrose, let's go hog wild! Let's just do an art project, says my sensible granddaughter.

Ed is busy loading up the wood chipping machine for a return and exchange at the hardware store. Luckily it is still under warranty. One less machine to fix.

 

Because I am a creature of eating habits, Primrose and I again make pizza for supper. Hey, don't tell me I am without imagination! Kids like pizza! And she is good at making it!

(Yes, she is wearing a "wedding dress," because just minutes ago, there was a "wedding.")

Followed by popcorn.

Someday I'll get Primrose to hunt for missing "t"s with me. Maybe when she is ten. (Will Ocean be still up and running when Primrose is 10??)  For now, we watch a show about bears.

I tuck in the sweet three year old, finish my writing, and put off my own hunt until tomorrow, when I'm sure to start the day, another very busy day, with yet another search for words with a missing "t" or two.