Avoiding meetings and insects…

June marks the end of my tenure as President of the Greater Highlands Chamber of Commerce after having served one year in that capacity. People are telling me it is a two year term, but I told them going in that I would give it one year as no one else would take the job at that time. That should have told me something, but I have stepped in bigger piles before.

After this I will belong to no civic organization, social clubs, fraternal group or the like. That means no meetings and I have grown most accustomed to having a fond dislike for meetings except for going to eat. If there ain’t nothing to eat then I sure do not like to attend such. Only thing I have to contend with meetings is my day job and that is what feeds us so I’ll not fuss much about all of their meetings.

Did have a meeting this morning with the lawn mower to mow Day Lake and did it real early too. Not a particular fun job to do considering the ground was still wet and managed to get a few cob webs across my face and neck. Did see one large web before I running into it and managed to back up in time. Those old banana legged spiders look ever so mean to me and I stay my distance from them.

Mowing the front, I kept felt something bumping on my head where there is hair. This was going on a bunch and I mowed and swatted. An occasional cricket would land on my leg and that is one eerie feeling for sure. Go to pull one off and it will hold on to you with its feet. It’s like pulling off Velcro and I don’t like that feeling.

The bumping on my head felt like something falling out of a tree, then it started under my arm up in my shirt as the T shirt I had on was super baggy. I continued to mow as I’d flick the crickets and wipe my hand over my head but something was in my shirt so I grabbed a hand full of shirt and out came a little bee. Must have been a little honey bee but it did not sting me. Then I got one off my head. I pushed the throttle on full and got out of the area to let things settle.

Later I see Four Dog start to run then roll over and slide his face through something. Oh Lordy I thought, he’d been in that dead Armadillo that was belly up in the back field going to the lake. I had noticed a swarm of flies around it as I first passed it. I rode the mower directly to the ladder getting up to the cabin and Four followed me up and into the cabin; I closed him up in the cabin for the time being. Had I been down by the water, I would have used him as alligator bait. And to think I had to ride home with him.

Got back to the house and the first thing we did was take a shower. Four Dog got in and the water turned dark and the spray hit him on his back. He’s still in the dog house with me wallowing in that stink.

Still had thawed out blackberries to contend with, so I sieved the berries and coupled with 7 cups of sugar and preserving ingredients, the product is now in jars waiting for a biscuit on those cold winter mornings to come in about half a year from now. Can’t believe I’m talking about cold weather when summer is about to begin.