Been a While

Since I posted on this blog. So, here's my contribution to the August blahs... I do not have anything quite as witty or funny as the Hanna entry. See, at the Pile, as I affectionately call my park, we aren't ever very busy and we really only get visitors from Southern California. Seriously. I had 30 people at my Evening Program last weekend and not a one of them was from anywhere North of Bakersfield. Wow! And in case you were wondering, no, I did not do a new program. See, I'm not so much ever in the schedule, so in a pinch, I changed some scenics and reinvented the Log of Life. It was a hit. Admittedly, I think it was mostly due to the gratuitous photos of baby animals. Seriously.

So, and update on the toe... it's still broken. This week will bring an ortho specialist into my life. Thank goodness for insurance.

And a note about my living situation... So, the other evening, I had just finished my 2nd gin and tonic of the night and decided at that moment, it was time for a nice hot shower. Clearly. So I put my glass in the sink, grabbed my shower bucket, put on my crocs, and draped my towel around my shoulders to take the chilly walk to the showers as if I was 19 again in the dorms. See, the difference is that when I was in college, I didn't have to walk outside to both pee and use the shower. Just when you think you're making strides in your life... So anyways, I walk into the shower and put my little girly floofy thing down on the shelf and I saw something hop out from underneath it. Outstanding. As I was standing there in a towel, I looked up on the stainless steel wall of the shower and saw this little tiny frog that I almost overwhelmed with the "sensual amber" scent of my floofy thing. I couldn't help myself. I had to postpone the shower and watch the little guy crawl through the soap scum sticky little pad by sticky little pad. Hilarious, really. Standing in a freezing shower half naked watching a very cold frog climb through soap scum. He finally crawled up and out of the shower and my entertainment for the evening was over. I then proceeded to pull other people's fur out of the drain so the shower quit filling up with water and got on with my shower. Some day I will have my own shower with no frogs and I'll know where the soap scum and the fur came from. Whoa! Dream big!
Okay, so that is this week's rant. Till next time...