So its raining cats and dogs in Southern California. Honestly, I don't think it has rained this much in the 8 years that I've lived here. We're in the process of building a new coop, but the old one is miserably leaky so I spent much of the morning playing in the rain to get the temporary coop dry for my girls.
Then I noticed my driveway was flooding (we're not built for rain). No worries, I'll just run out to Lowe's for sand bags to keep my garage from becoming noah's ark. (You know, two by two: two motorcycles, two bicycles...you get the picture.) I loaded up the sand bags and headed home barely surviving the crazy California drivers. As I pulled in to park my car, I noticed my 82 year old neighbor in her car ready to drive off. She seemed so nervous about the rain that I offered to take her to wherever she needed to go. She agreed and hopped in.
Well, it turns out she had an appointment at the office of health and human services to get her medicaid renewed. This is also the place where you can apply for food stamps and the like. No big deal. I'm glad there are services available to help people and I'm especially glad they are taking care of my dear neighbor. Besides, everyone was being so nice to me.
Suddenly, I have a moment of clarity. I looked down at myself and realize that I am soaked to the bone (hair and all) in a raincoat that is two sizes too big for me, and I'm covered in mud from hauling sand bags in the rain. I look like I crawled right out of the canyon to steal a dry moment of peace in the office of health and human services!! Please bear in mind that we are in the city. People in the city do not look like they do manual labor...ever, even if they do. People don't leave the house dirty, ever - ESPECIALLY GIRLS!! I think they think I'm homeless.
It gets better...In walks this impecable woman with a camera crew! Apparently, they were there delivering 750 donated toys to foster kids. Oh lord, I'm going to be on the evening news! I decided to go sit in my car and dry off. It was pretty darn funny.
How do I get myself into these situations?
Then I noticed my driveway was flooding (we're not built for rain). No worries, I'll just run out to Lowe's for sand bags to keep my garage from becoming noah's ark. (You know, two by two: two motorcycles, two bicycles...you get the picture.) I loaded up the sand bags and headed home barely surviving the crazy California drivers. As I pulled in to park my car, I noticed my 82 year old neighbor in her car ready to drive off. She seemed so nervous about the rain that I offered to take her to wherever she needed to go. She agreed and hopped in.
Well, it turns out she had an appointment at the office of health and human services to get her medicaid renewed. This is also the place where you can apply for food stamps and the like. No big deal. I'm glad there are services available to help people and I'm especially glad they are taking care of my dear neighbor. Besides, everyone was being so nice to me.
Suddenly, I have a moment of clarity. I looked down at myself and realize that I am soaked to the bone (hair and all) in a raincoat that is two sizes too big for me, and I'm covered in mud from hauling sand bags in the rain. I look like I crawled right out of the canyon to steal a dry moment of peace in the office of health and human services!! Please bear in mind that we are in the city. People in the city do not look like they do manual labor...ever, even if they do. People don't leave the house dirty, ever - ESPECIALLY GIRLS!! I think they think I'm homeless.
It gets better...In walks this impecable woman with a camera crew! Apparently, they were there delivering 750 donated toys to foster kids. Oh lord, I'm going to be on the evening news! I decided to go sit in my car and dry off. It was pretty darn funny.
How do I get myself into these situations?
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