I didn’t write a story last week, and I need to apologize. I would like to say that I just took a small vacation from the stories, but that would be a fib. Something had to give. I had to chose between all the things in a crazy week or write a story. OK, I could have given up an a couple hours of sleep, but a sleepy Monner is a grumpy Monner. Nobody wants that.
I should thank you guys that have stopped by the store to remind me that I didn’t write last Sunday. I was trying to forget, Elaine is really good at reminding me of what I didn’t get done last week. She appreciates having help, and would like to thank you all for it.
My Little League baseball season is over. Our team didn’t fair to well. Oh, we won some games but I think some of the parents were disappointed we didn’t win more.
I had one parent that appointed himself assistant (OK, Head coach) coach. He didn’t think this group of 10-12 year old CHILDREN were twisting their hips while batting, “short arming” while pitching; and he was going to let the kids know it. Over and over and over.
I couldn’t take it. I informed the assistant (head) coach it might be a good idea if he stop yelling at the kids. I had heard from two of the kids, they didn’t like baseball because the assistant (Hey, I just realized the first three letters in the word assistant start with “construction language”, I will call him (construction language) coach. (Construction language) coach continued to yell at them. One of the kids was (construction language) coach’s own kid.
After talking to (construction language) coach about changing his methods, he decided to quit coaching. Actually, he quit talking all together and, oh yeah, he quit coming to the games. Hmmm, do you think it was something I said? I wonder if (construction language) coach noticed, when he stayed home the KIDS won!
I didn’t get a story written last week because it didn’t have time. The door had blown off the shed this spring, and it was time to put it back on. Along with that the thistle in our valley is out of control. Spraying and mowing is non-stop.
Elaine had painted the entire interior of the house. When Elaine paints, I get to open paint buckets, carry ladders and admire the painting: regardless of what I’m doing. That’s why we have been married for so long. Elaine has projects and she tells me how I am helping her.
The truth is, I am going to be spraying weeds when I am finished writing. Sometimes having 40 acres is not such a good idea. When I have finished with the weeds, I am going to help the twins build a shed for their horses.
They don’t actually have horses, but they think if they help build a horse shed it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Don’t tell them, I’m wise to their plan.
Thanks for reading. I’ll keep writing. Don’t be mad when our crazy lives overwhelm.
Our crazy lives!
oh no, Ivy just said she will help with the shed.