Feeling a little bit scatter-brained this morning, so apologies for the randomness that is today’s post. Being that I couldn’t come up with a cohesive theme to write about, I’ll simply be sharing two random adventures from Katrina-land. (It’s kind of like Disneyland…only with wine!)
This morning, as I went downstairs to refill my coffee, I noticed a strange reflection in our full length mirror. It ended up just being my kangaroo hide from Australia, innocently hanging off a chair in our living room.
Unfortunately, that’s not what I saw.
I saw a coyote that had somehow infiltrated the lower level of my home. Naturally, this caused me to scream uncontrollably, dropping my poor little coffee cup to the ground. It shattered into pieces, and the dogs were traumatized for the better part of two hours.
On the bright side, at least there wasn’t a live predator in the house.
Last night, I got suckered into helping Scott shovel all of the snow from our 30-yard driveway and the poop cul-de-sac in our backyard. That’s right…after all my problems with the melting snow, we got a fresh six inches on Monday night. Don’t even get me started on how it’s all supposed to melt over the next 48-hours before snowing again on Friday. (Thank God I’m heading to Seattle this weekend!)
But back to the shoveling. It took about an hour, and was completed after an especially strenuous CrossFit workout. Ten minutes in and I could barely feel my arms. The fact that it wasn’t particularly cold out only added to my misery as it meant I was sweating profusely the entire time. Just when I didn’t think I could scoop any more, Scott distracted me with an interesting inquiry.
“Do you ever feel like we live in a shed?”
The thought had never once crossed my mind, yet once he mentioned it, it made perfect sense. Our house is constructed with pole barn siding and is shaped like a series of cubes with a perfectly flat roof.
“You know,” I responded, “I’d never actually realized it, but yes! Our house totally looks like a fancy shed!”
“Right? From now on, let’s just call it ‘the shed’,” he suggested.
I nodded in agreement, my energy for snow shoveling renewed with the excitement of an official nickname for the house.
So, if you hear me referring to my dwelling place as a shed in future posts, now you know why.
(Hopefully it’s a shed that continues to remain coyote-free.)
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