It was so gorgeous here in the North Bay that I had the door open almost all day. Thatís how it happened that I saw the turkey that strolled through my garden and peered in through the screen door, then meandered off. This future centerpiece had a tiny head and a black wing feather sticking straight up off its back. Thatís how I recognized it the second time it walked through the yard. It didnít come to the door that time, though.
But wait. I didnít mean to talk about big, black birds again. The point I was making was that it was a great day, and I was stuck inside doing my usual Monday chores and then some. I donít know why everything has to happen at once (and to me!), but there you go. I got the time cards Saturday, but I couldnít even start on the payroll until 3:30 this afternoon, and five hours later I was still working on it. Feh.
Iím not complaining about the work itself. I just wish I could have taken advantage of a day like this to get some trimming done in the yard. The good weather might not hold until I do have some free time, or until the weekend when I know I will. Thereís so much to do, and so little time, that all I can do is stare wistfully out through the screen door. And then get back to work. Unless, of course, thereís a turkey staring back at me.