Last week was a bad one for me … the kind of week where my goal was to get through it without hurting myself – or someone else.
It was a week of insomnia.
The garage made an unexpected jerk-move and leaped in front of me while I was trying to back out … smacking up the front-end of my car. Yeah, I know. It doesn’t sound right to me either, but I’m sure that’s exactly what happened.
A still-unidentified allergic reaction left my right eye red-ringed and swollen almost completely shut. Meantime, the lack of sleep made my left eye twitch uncontrollably. I looked outright scary.
Which brings me to the late night romp on the roof of the house with a flashlight in one hand and a broom handle in the other. The broom was for self-defense. I was alone all week and of course that was when one enterprising raccoon decided to climb on our roof and tear the cap off one of the vents.
It did occur to me as I crept along the roof, in my pajamas, in the dark, to confront a raccoon, that perhaps this could end badly. The only good part in the entire escapade was that it was so dark outside, I couldn’t see exactly how high up I really was. These things always seem to happen when Gilles is away.
No. Last week wasn’t a good one, and I wasn’t a happy camper.
So, this week I decided to shake the stink off from last week and go on a field trip looking for a sunflower farm. What could be better for lifting the spirits than spending some quality time driving down a peaceful country road and photographing fields full of bright yellow sunny heads?
Yeah, well, it didn’t exactly work out that way.
Oh, the driving up and down country roads part was pretty accurate. My GPS – aka The Bitch – took me on a convoluted tour of the entire countryside before finally deciding to have mercy on my frazzled soul.
But it didn’t get better from there.
I had missed the peak bloom of the sunflowers.