Rabbit holes

fungusI spent my whole dern day scurrying around down in various rabbit holes. Some of them connected with others and I kept bumping heads with other team members down there. FZ probably caught the brunt of it all. At the end of the day, I jumped over the wall to hit him with one more reality check. His eyes glazed over and I could feel him freezing up. I back-pedaled a bit. Okay. Let’s not do this today. I will do a little more research. I am “getting” this and I bet if I let it percolate over the weekend, I’ll figure it out. That’s usually how it happens. You are banging your head against your laptop screen at the end of the day and then, the moment you hit the freeway, you are like, BINGO! I didn’t quite hit the bingo moment yet today but I am getting there.

Oh, and then there are the ducks. They don’t look like baby ducklings at all. They are the size of adult ducks, at least to the untrained eye. But they seem to have lost their mooma and keep imprinting on people at work. If you want to go outside, you have to make sure there are no ducks hanging around the door because they will follow you. And if you have been outside and want to go back in, you have to make sure there are no ducks hanging around the door because they probably won’t let you *get* to the door to get in. And then there are the ducks that get underneath your vee-hickle so you can’t easily drive away until they decide to leave. Not to be confused with the seagulls that once napped on the Ninja’s roof or the Redwing Blackbird that poops on the mirrors in the spring.

This is the first Friday night that we have both walked down to the Oscar Tango and back all summer. We have certainly been at the OT a few Fridays and I have walked down all of those times. But going home, we have either accepted a ride or taken the bus. It has been an interesting summer and knock on wood that we are back on an upward trajectory again.

Toadily outta steam tonight. G’night.

One Response to “Rabbit holes”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Hoping for upwards and forward and all that! For all of us! It wasn’t the best summer for me either, although definitely not the worst.