There are No Coincidences (Except Ger Duany in I HEART HUCKABEES)...So, Villagers, Tell This Idiot What It's All Supposed to Mean!

I read the world like tea leaves. Ask my students in Kentucky, who used to pull random toys from a big barrel I had and from what they grabbed I would read their future. It used to spook them out. BRC - toy reader...

I sort of retired that ability and haven't thought of it much until yesterday. Guilty that I gave two days away to a wedding celebration, I got up early and immediately targeted a few pieces that needed final edits and submission. Not wanting to be late, I sat and worked until around 1 p.m.. As soon as I finished, I felt a sore on my nose and lo and behold, it was a zit. Just as I hit 'send' a zit appeared (I felt like Cynderballz). Then, I immediately look up from my self-navigation and there's a turkey crossing the road. I'm like, "What's a turkey doing in this neighborhood?"

The turkey strutted up the driveway, walked across my yard, then disappeared. As soon as he did, the mailman showed up with a package for Karal Carrot Cake. It's a bag of 20 squirt guns (somebody has been reading my blog). I took all of this as a sign that I probably should run the errands I was putting off, including the grocery store.

Well, Big Y was buy-one get-one free, so I went a little crazy. I've never prepared Shiitake mushrooms, but when I see a sale, I do as cheap people do...I figure it out. I also go steak tips, vegetables, salad, and I texted Leo, Bev, and Pam (my three-letter named friends) and asked, "Want me to cook tonight?" 

They did. And Kaitlyn and Dominic showed, too.

When I came back, I wondered if Karalynne was going to prove a good dog or bad dog. Um.....

It is so random. She has reign of the entire house and the two things she went after (and I have no idea how she got them down from the shelves they were on) was Neanderthal Poetry given to me by Kaitlyn, and a tiny spiral notebook of my Grannie Annie's. I was like, "Man. She knows how to get revenge." As soon as I walked in, she hid under the kitchen table. I couldn't even scold her. She punished herself. 

Anyway, I appreciate the squirt guns, and I should focus, focus, focus today. I needed the 5th to do the errands I didn't do on the 3rd and 4th. Meanwhile, Chitunga caught his flight to Louisville (he arrived safely). My heart is happy to know that he will have a short time with my KY family.

But it's been a while since I've been with a puppy, and I know they always go for the jugular when they want to spite you for leaving them alone. Sunday, she did it to Pam and today she did it with me. "I'll teach you for leaving me at the house all alone. You think that's okay? Well, I have something I want to tell you."

Ah...she needs to get used to it. She will be home alone for most of this week. And with this post, I need to let the routine begin.