I spent a lot of time this afternoon searching for my hand clippers. Couldn't find them. So, I thought I would just try doing another job, in the garden. I started raking dead stems and leaves out of the box and whoa............what's that? Bright orange.............hmmm my hand clippers. Slightly rusted. I'll have to have John sharpen them. What a pain. What was I doing, last fall that was so important that I had to just drop them in the garden bed and leave them there? I swear I don't understand myself sometimes.
I don't have a gate on the garden area yet and Murphy isn't liking the sun or the chipped bark to lie on so he's constantly wandering outside of the fence. Normally, this wouldn't bother me too much but if he gets to far from me I worry about a hawk just coming down and snatching him. He's probably about 11 pounds now, big bunny size.
So, I've been trying to work outside and keep him inside. So he doesn't get worried I have to pop my head in the door and talk to him and go in and out so he gets used to the idea of this behavior. It seems to be working but it does cut down on my actual working time.
I had my camera outside with me and was going to take a picture of something when I realized that all the settings seem to have been changed.
I realized that my dear daughter had been taking pictures of herself for Twitter or Facebook or something and had been messing with my camera.
I didn't realize how much that camera is a part of me. AND, how little I really understand how it works. Do you think I could put it back the way I like it? Of course not. I opened the box, the day I got it and started using it.
Have I read the directions? no
So, now I have to find the directions and actually READ THEM. I hate reading directions. I would rather have somebody show me what to do or not do. I'm so visual and such a baby about having to actually do this.
stomp, drag, stomp, drag.....................why me?