Wise Words from Vince

Just about every day Vince says something and I think . . I have to share this with my friends and I always forget so I’m going to post this before I forget.

This morning we had a painter coming to do some outside painting. He came, realized it was too windy out here to use his sprayer, had to go back to town and his power roller but when he first got here, he came to ask me where Vince had put the paint. I was going to go out and show him and it was easier to pick Rita up and carry her with me than it was to try to get out the door without her running out. I carried her over to where the paint was but we had to pass a trap that had a raccoon in it and Rita saw it. From that minute, all she wanted to do was go back outside and investigate that raccoon. I told Vince that she had been driving me crazy all morning. He said “We don’t get much excitement around here. Having a painter outside is about as exciting as it gets.” I thought . . he’s right. I’m so happy to be living with very little excitement and drama. Could we ever really leave this place? If we did, would we immediately be sorry we did? Probably!

With a dog, you have to trust that when they go to the door, they want to go do their business and I hate to tell her no but I also hate going out 15 times in one hour so I decided that would be a good time to go to the sewing room and look for yarn for a couple of projects.

My schedule was off with the interruptions from the painter and Rita and I totally lost track of time til Vince walked in the sewing room to see if I was fixing lunch. I never even heard him drive up and he scared the heck out of me. Lucky for both of us, we were having salad — the black and blue type with blackened leftover steak and blue cheese. I had picked and washed all the greens from the garden yesterday so they were ready and it didn’t take but a second to get everything done.

The entire time we were eating, Rita kept going to the door. She wanted to go out and visit with the painter. She only goes out on a leash and she kept wanting to run to where the raccoon had been. I said “What the heck would she do with it if she could get to it?” Vince said “She’s a woman! Women never have a plan . . they want something and don’t have a clue what the next step will be!” I thought . . honey, it’s a good thing you’ve already had lunch or otherwise, you might be going back to work hungry!

Of course, he was just joking and trying to rattle my chains . . don’t anyone get all feminist on me here.