I’ve been sitting here in my towel for 47 minutes wishing Toby would wake up and become my knight in shining armor and get rid of the cricket in the tub. I don’t hate bugs, I just don’t like them in my shower, especially when I’m supposed to be in the shower. I know if I climb in there with him, he will jump on me with his hairy cricket legs. Ew! I tried everything. I even put the cats in the tub and chanted our old kitten mantra “get-tha-bug! get-tha-bug!” but they just looked at me like they were way too old for this crap, and hopped right out of the tub.

So I sat and I sat, watching the minutes tick by. Then I illustrated (or mouse clicked badly) the cricket image above and wrote the first part of this post. And guess what? When I was done I went and looked in the tub and there was Pounce, eating the cricket for me.

Who’s my knight in shining armor now!!!



Things have a funny way of evening out. Yesterday was probably the worst day I’ve had in a long time. I can’t even really say why. A lot of little unplanned attack surprises happened and left me on the edge of tears all day long. So when a Yosemite Water truck sideswiped my parked car today, you’d think I’d lose my cool.

Nope. Cool as a cucumber.

I think all the bad things that happened yesterday just wiped me clean of emotion. I don’t want to be completely detached but you know what, it feels a lot better than getting upset all the time. Maybe it was because the guy driving the water truck was probably the nicest guy you could ever meet.

He must have sat in his truck 30 minutes or more waiting for me to come out to my car so he could tell me what happened. He didn’t have to do that. He could have just driven off and left me with the $1,000 damage. It’s not the first dent in my bumper. I would have never guessed the blue paint came off his truck. I never even knew there was such thing as Yosemite water until today. Do they truck it all the way from Yosemite?

He not only waited and apologized profusely, he was smiley too. And when I told him I hoped the rest of his day went better, he acted surprised. His day wasn’t going that bad, he said. He told me that on another route he has, he has to squeeze down a narrow one-way street lined on both sides with mercedes benz. Now that would be a bad day.

So I guess it all depends on how you look at it.