Just when I thought no more pieces or parts could be jarred from my car, they paved one of the back roads I take to work. I am thinking I have lost many bolts, screws, springs, rubber bands (whatever a car needs in order to function). It is so much smoother now and the rest of my journey to work is pretty good until I get about a mile from work where the road has as many pot holes as a flea-collarless dog has fleas. Hope that road is on TDOT's list of future paving projects. Do they take nominations?
This weekend, I neglected the raking of leaves in my yard, although many of my coworkers raked their leaves. My friend, LT, was in town and was part of the reason I neglected my yard. I also was not in the mood to rake. I decided if I waited another week, the rest of the leaves on my trees would most likely fall and I will only have to do this chore once. My guilt for not doing anything about the leaves this weekend led to a dream last night that my neighbor across the street brought over his entire family to rake my leaves. I tried to explain my reasons to them in my dream. They were not very understanding. Then, I woke up. Some people might take that as a sign and come home after work to take care of things. It was dark when I got home so the leaves were not so bothersome. Along with my escape from actually raking the leaves, I was one of few coworkers whose arms were not sore yesterday.
I recently noticed that the Mrs. Winner's near my house and work were altering the outside of their restaurants. I thought, "Isn't that nice that they are updating their look." Then I realized they updated their look and changed the name to Church's. I guess they were bought out by another chicken place. I had not gotten the memo. I am really not as obsessed by chicken restaurants as one might suspect from my recent posts. There is just a lot going on in the chicken world these days.
As I drove home from work yesterday, I cut through another neighborhood to get to my own. As I turned onto one street, I noticed three young girls standing near the road. They were approximately 10-12 years old. As I got closer to where they stood, I wondered what it was they were planning on the day before Halloween. When I got next to them, they all raised their hands in claw-like poses and growled at me. It made me laugh and made my otherwise gloomy day much brighter. The stress of the day started to melt away. I would thank them, but will probably not see them again.