Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
Track coach: Your son will be racing on Saturday. Since the bus is in the shop, we were wondering if you could take some runners? I sat there a bit google-eyed. I get that my Tank can haul a bunch of athletes. That wasn't the problem. It had been quite a week and I had planned on Saturday being a time of total rest and catch-up-on-life kind of day. No thoughts of heading to a day long track meet were on my mental radar. I just nodded my head while glimpses of a staycation drifted away. I was definitely google-eyed. It all started when I moved into my new home. All was going remarkably smooth I did notice those colorful little flags spiking out of my yard. Sometimes, I found myself staring at my front yard. So many of those flags! They reminded me of the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics as it finishes for the night and all those countries have proudly displayed their flags. I knew those flags marked every possible utility that could have lines in my yard. My yellow flags were there to show Banks his new invisible fencing. We were waiting for the ice and snow to melt so that we could start training him, but we have a lot of shade and the ice was taking its time to melt. On Tuesday, I awoke to trucks, men talking, and construction equipment drilling holes into my front yard. No worries. Google Fiber had sent out crews to start laying down their big orange cable. I waved good-bye to them as I headed off to work. It was upon the return that I definitely became google-eyed. You see, while installing the thick cable, Eddie, my Google Fiber friend, got a bit confused. He had pulled up the yellow invisible fence flags and laid them around the yard since he needed to dig. However, while digging, he sliced through the wire for the invisible fence line. This caused all kinds of alarms to go off. Since the flags were no longer in their original place, Eddie couldn't figure out where the cut may have been made. He promised me he would find it. So, he began digging everywhere in the yard. After an hour of futile scooping up the grass-now-red-clay, he said it might be best to call the fence company and have them do it. My head was spinning. My yard was now a red clay mess. I saw mountains of red and only sporadic patches of green grass. I thanked him and headed into the house. It was late. I was very tired. Not even letting my foot land inside the interior of my home, my boys shared quietly that we no longer had wi-fi or cable. Ugh. I returned to my friend, Eddie, and gave him the sad news. It's now about 9:30 p.m. Eddie and his crew begin digging to find the cause of the problem. They shine flashlights and I hear them mumble, "Oh, no." I look. I sink a bit. The guys hold up a cable that had been cut. It reminded me of a bad 80's hairstyle that was so frizzy and flinging in all directions. I'm not a techie person, but I knew this was all going south. Eddie rushes to Home Depot to buy something he thinks might fix it. He returns about 10 p.m. It doesn't work. We all look at each other in google-eyed wonder at how all this happened. My son and I head in after we said our farewells to our new friends who stood in holes in my yard. Just before turning in for the night, I notice orange footprints throughout our house. My son had forgotten to take off his shoes. Understandably, he had only stood on the road and driveway and stayed clear of the orange, red muddy yard. But mud prints were everywhere on our light carpet. Yep. One of those weeks in which you really just want the weekend to get here....fast! It did and I'm thankful and no longer quite so google-eyed.
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