crazy mixed up day

I really wanted to title this "Fat ass on a hot asphalt roof", but I didn't think anyone would get the theatrical reference.

Another thought was "learning to make roses". But that didn't work.

Pretty much Saturday was a crazy mixed up day. I knew I wasn't going to get much work done.

I didn't sleep well the night before. I got up early and started working. And threw some wash in. I had planned on picking up the teen at 8:30 and deliver her to Girl Scouts. There, I'd meet Angel and we'd go to Trexler park to walk. It's fairly flat, and paved. Great for a person in a boot.

At 8:18 I discovered the time and started running around like a crazy person. Got the first batch of wash out, and another one in, got my sneakers, and ran out. The roomie called the teen to let her know I'd be late. We arrived at Girl Scouts with 30 seconds to spare.

Angel and I then headed for the park. First we made a stop at Wegmans. When We arrived at the park, I went to get my camera from the car and my purse wasn't there. Left it at Wegmans.  Okay, we'll get in the car and drive back. It's only three blocks. Angel say, let's walk. Okay, so we start our walk, walking to Wegmans. BTW, a round trip is 1.5 miles.

Then we head into the park and did the lower loop. Even with the boot we accomplished everything —3 miles—in just over an hour. Not bad. (Boot comes off tomorrow.)

Then we headed back to my house to hang that last load out and back to Whitehall to pick up the girls. This was not a save gas kind of day. We got the girls and headed to Emmaus. My brother Dave was in a craft show, and I was covering his booth while he took a well-deserved break.

The girls were allowed to walk around the fair,  un-escorted. The highlight of their week.

When Dave cam back we went searching for food and found a Thai place. We can never do pizza like normal people.

On the table were these napkin roses. Nobody wanted to open them. I figured out how to make them, really easy. I went to show the girls and the waitress came over and taught them. Very nice.

Then it was back to Dave's to buy the girls indoor boomerangs. Then we hiked back to the car.

We stopped at my house for 5 minutes. Well, actually closer to an hour. The phone rang and it was my sister Barb in Kentucky.

Now I should have said call you back later, and I didn't. Bored, the girls were playing with their booms in the house and then went outside. First stop, the yard next door. Second stop. The back porch roof.

I go up to my room and climbed out the window to get the boom. First I tried to push it with a hiking stick. But it didn't work. I had to scooch down to the edge of the roof. I was still talking to Barb and had it on speaker. She was getting the color commentary.  I left the phone on the window sill. But something happened and it slid down the roof and on to the patio. The teen picks it up and says "Aunt Barbara, are you still there?" She was. This incident is know know as Aunt Barbara Fell Off Aunt Gayle's Roof.

Getting out was one thing. Getting back in was another. The peanut gallery on the patio was not helpful.

Thankfully I survived to tell the tale.

I hung up the phone and we pinned the patches on to the tweens GS vest and we finally headed out. But the craziness wasn't done.

Angel and the tween went to Grandmas.  The teen went home and I traded her in for her twin—the yard boy.

My yard looked like a jungle. The kid and I worked our butts off. Finally I took him home and started my paid work. It was 6:30. I finished about 10.

And slept like shit. Second day in a row.