When It Rains

This is a shot of the Piankatank River down the public landing at Harcum. A storm was moving out and the wind was trying very hard to chase the clouds somewhere else.

Speaking of storms, one has been stalled over Mathews for nigh on a century several days straight bringing cold, dreary rain. This provided the perfect backdrop to one of the more intense, dramatic and unusual days I've had in 24 hours a while. Today was a most interesting day all told, except if all was told, I'd be writing for a week to explain everything what happened.

The Cliff Notes Version of Chesapeake Bay Woman's Day:

In short, today was loaded with unexpected events, error messages on my computer (it may be dying), some drama, salad dressing on my forehead, ants all over my counter, a sudden change in schedule, and an emergency.

The End.

Thanks for stopping by, come again soon, there'll be more talk about nothing of the same tomorrow.

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The Marathon Version of Chesapeake Bay Woman's Day:

The day began with me spilling coffee all over the floor as I was juggling a bag, a pocketbook, a carafe of coffee, a coffee cup, a kitchen sink, my car keys, all my unopened mail, my cell phone and my lunch bag simultaneously.

The day ended with me frantically unpacking groceries while fixing supper, and in the process of throwing some lettuce on a plate and calling it a salad making CB Daughter and Son a salad, I flung Good Seasons dressing all over my forehead when the cruet backfired. Then, with one eyeball clamped shut (see previous statement about salad dressing on face) and one hand out in front of me patting the counter trying to find a tea towel, I took a closer look and discovered an Ant Fiesta happening right there in my very kitchen.

In between these last two paragraphs was a bit of unexpected drama involving a trip to the grocery store, some blood, and an ambulance. (No Chesapeake Bay Family members were injured in the explanation of that last sentence.)

Sprinkle the above generously with some very spicy--yet simultaneously tasteless--work, a long commute in the rain, and a soccer game that was cancelled, then uncancelled, then cancelled due to rain.

Guess who was responsible for snacks/drinks for the team, but take another guess at who had nothing due to believing game would be cancelled due to rain. Breathe deeply and take yet another guess at who had a mini-stroke after receiving a phone call that the game was indeed on, and then guess who was ready to cry after receiving a third call saying the game was indeed cancelled.

Welcome to a very typical Chesapeake Bay Woman Day. Did I mention the ants?

The End.

Thanks for stopping by, come again soon, there'll be more talk about nothing of the same tomorrow.