Still some green stuff around my yard.
And this is what some of my impatiens look like....
And this is what others look like!
Need to work on those a little bit today.
And my day is ready.
A fun list, with a cup of coffee.
Big thing on the list?
Catch up on all my blog friends!
What a great day this is going to be!
And one last snippet from the week.
Yesterday was hot, the hottest I think I have ever experienced.
The temp on the bank sign said 112 degrees.
It might read a little high, but I have never seen it that high.
I had a cattle trailer to letter.
We do vinyl signs and vehicle graphics along with screenprinting and embroidery.
This was an off-site job.
We have no place to put a cattle trailer
it was too hot to do it in the driveway.
I would have baked,
I go to the place the cattle trailer is parked.
A sort of garage/barn.
I don't take a ladder.
Surely they will have a ladder
or even a five gallon bucket I can flip over.
All the five gallon buckets are filled with various grains, feed and other "stuff"
Finally, I find this old wooden, rickety step ladder.
I'll be careful.
I don't want to drive back home to get my SAFE ladder.
I get started.
It is hot.
Two Amish looking dogs are there to greet me.
(This is not an Amish farm, but they have Amish looking dogs)
One is growling.
"Cute puppy, be nice, see I am petting your friend and he/she likes me."
I take the "ignore it, he/she will go away"
That seems to work.
I hear another noise.
Upon closer inspection, it's a goat.
That one is in a pen, thank goodness.
Now, you might be thinking that this story is going to involve,
falling off the ladder,
a dog bite,
an incident with a goat.
Believe me, all those incidents were running through my mind.
Not to mention the sweating.
The sweat is dripping in my eyes and burning.
Dripping off the end of my nose,
running down my back,
the front of my shirt is soaked
we are not even going to mention the dampness
from the waist down.
It was really hot.
I hear a diesel pick-up pull in.
Who could that be and do I really want anyone to see me right now?
It is our friend, the carpenter.
Big, burly mountain man of a guy.
After the normal greetings he says,
"Are you a nurse?"
I am scared.
Scared of where this is going.
"Of course, I am not a nurse, if I was, I wouldn't be hanging for dear life off this rickety step ladder
in 112 degree heat, sticking letters on a cattle trailer with Amish dogs growling and I think mating beneath me, a goat in the background protesting and me, sweating profusely from every pore in my body."
Maybe a "NO" would have sufficed.
It's the heat.
And then the dreaded next statement.
"Would you take a look at this rash for me?"
I sized him up (I think that was the point I actually fell of the ladder),
I assessed his sweat level
cautiously asked where the rash was located.
He rolls down his sock.
Maybe you should go to the ER.
And at that point.
I was thankful I was not a nurse!