Last night I just had to get out of the house.  And when I left, I decided to take Dead Man’s Corner to head to town.  And what did I tell you?  There sat a car, half in the ditch and half out, a young man (okay, really, a teen driving with mommy and daddy’s blessing in a new car) standing alongside it with a cell phone in hand.  It was getting rather dark; not an enviable position at all.  A van had pulled up from the other direction as I was approaching and I saw the kid nodding as he put his cell away.  Good, I thought.  Not hurt, he’s called for help.  And I was on my way.

Why was I on my way?  Well, if I’d stayed home I’d have had to needle felt City Boy’s seat to the couch.  Any chair would have done, really, as long as it was feltable.  Why, you ask?  Well, you may recall from early on me telling you that City Boy is a neat freak.  And me?  Er…so not.  And this job that City Boy works, it gives him a full seven flippin’ days off each month!

Seven 

In

A

Row

!!!

 Not that having a City Boy around the house is a bad thing, but when it’s raining and pouring, that City Boy is not snoring.  No, he’s driving me crazy and cleaning up my stuff.  He likes to call them messes.  He doesn’t understand the creative mind.  And so I had to leave before I hurt him.

If I knew how to knit, I’d knit with this stuff! 

I went to Nancy’s place.  Nancy owns Northwest Handspun Yarns.  On Tuesday nights she has knit night, so I packed up my bag and headed down town where I managed to finish another felted horse that someone has ordered.  Yeah me!  I hung out until she closed shop.

Then I headed to Trader Joe’s because they just opened this past weekend.  I’d never been to one before.  Cool stuff, but…$6 gallon for milk?  Wow!  Talk about a cash cow…

By that time I figured I could come home.  City Boy would have my creative space all messed up (in my creative mind, that is.  In reality, most people would probably be delighted.)  And as I’m driving home, what do I see?  That same stupid kid still in that dad-gummed ditch!  He never bothered to call a tow truck.  Instead he had friends with cars all over the place with their four way flashers going so he didn’t get hit.  No clue what they were waiting for…the friend with the pick up?

Know what I did?  I came home and called the sheriff.  Hey, that kid had been there for over an hour and a half.  If he hadn’t been driving too fast around Dead Man’s Corner he wouldn’t have landed in the ditch.  And you know what?  I have to drive that road.  So does City Boy and the Grammar Nazi.  And some day, Darling will be driving it, too.  I sure wasn’t going to let him get away with causing an accident next time, and all his little friends got to watch, too.

Sigh…saved the world from sparkler trees on fire, now from stupid teen drivers.  I need a cape and a mask…

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go get dressed before the neighbor gets here to muck out my paddock for me.  Happy trails!