A friend and faithful reader texted me last night after reading about Something You Are Seeing Every Day. He said that on his way to and from his work place, he, too, has seen a few wigs and weaves out in the middle of the road. And he lives in South Carolina. So this is not a trend just in the 'Ville.
Stay tuned for more reports.
The Old Man and I went out for supper tonight, and on the way to our favorite Mexican restaurant, I saw not one but two wigs out in the road. I just don't know what to think about this.
For the past few weeks, on my drive to work and to home, and on the errands I run on the weekends, I have been seeing wigs and weaves out on the road. I just don't have an answer for this. I don't have a clue how the wigs and weaves ended up from someone's head to out on the road. But I for sure have been seeing them almost every day.
If anyone has any insight on this, please let me know.
As I type this, it's raining lightly,and the rain combined with some wind is making it also rain leaves. Other than finishing up a load of laundry and taking some stuff down to the basement, I don't plan to do very much other than sit on the couch and watch TV and read. It seems like a very good day for things like that.
Once again, I am apologizing for being distracted and not posting. And once again, there is a lot going on at work and at The Compound. At times I think I should just stop posting on TWIT for the sake of posting, and then I think no, I am going to keep on posting. Anyhoo, thanks for the few faithful readers that I still have that read TWIT every day.
We do have a weather update - it's cold today. And a bit windy. And I'm glad that I got my chicken coop chores done early, and glad that I got my grocery shopping done so now as soon as I post this, I am going to get on the couch and enjoy a good cup of coffee.
I am very sorry to report that we lost another chicken yesterday. Now, Large Marge has the coop all to herself.
We looked at the date on the first pictures we took of The Girls on the day I brought them home from the post office, and it was in April 2017. It sure feels like I've been a chicken farmer for longer than four and a half years. But I digress.
The Old Man and I are wondering how long Large Marge will be with us. Stay tuned.
