👌 Okay! That’s Enough!!
All summer long I kept a golf ball in my driver’s side door.
When I’d get agitated by work, I’d pick it up and use it as a stress ball, thinking, “5 days until I tee off...4 days left...2 days away!”
It was all very comforting.
We all knew the snow was coming on Monday.
“8 to 10 inches,” the weatherman crowed.
I fell asleep at my normal time. Woke up a few hours later and looked out the window.
My alarm was set for a full hour before I’d normally get up.
I woke a half-hour before that.
Then all hell broke loose. Melky needs to make a direct beeline from bed to backyard or she’ll have an accident. She also struggles to get up these days.
So, I headed out to the car and started clearing the snow.
“I’m freezing!” I yelled. “This sucks!!”
Ran back into the house...
...and poor Melky was standing there.
She hadn’t made it, and was ashamed that I left her hanging.
I let her out and she immediately cried to come back in.
It was only 6:30 but I needed to get on the road because I had zero idea how long it might take me to handle a 12-mile drive.
I turned the key and the dashboard lit up.
“Low tire pressure!”
“Bah!!!”
I went for the tire gauge...
...at drivers side door.
Picked up my golf ball.
“180 days until I tee off,” I cried.
Come on, now.
I’ve had enough!
When I’d get agitated by work, I’d pick it up and use it as a stress ball, thinking, “5 days until I tee off...4 days left...2 days away!”
It was all very comforting.
We all knew the snow was coming on Monday.
“8 to 10 inches,” the weatherman crowed.
I fell asleep at my normal time. Woke up a few hours later and looked out the window.
My alarm was set for a full hour before I’d normally get up.
I woke a half-hour before that.
Then all hell broke loose. Melky needs to make a direct beeline from bed to backyard or she’ll have an accident. She also struggles to get up these days.
So, I headed out to the car and started clearing the snow.
“I’m freezing!” I yelled. “This sucks!!”
Ran back into the house...
...and poor Melky was standing there.
She hadn’t made it, and was ashamed that I left her hanging.
I let her out and she immediately cried to come back in.
It was only 6:30 but I needed to get on the road because I had zero idea how long it might take me to handle a 12-mile drive.
I turned the key and the dashboard lit up.
“Low tire pressure!”
“Bah!!!”
I went for the tire gauge...
...at drivers side door.
Picked up my golf ball.
“180 days until I tee off,” I cried.
Come on, now.
I’ve had enough!
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