When You're On, You're Off...

And when you're off, you're on!

How convenient, a companion piece to yesterday's post has fallen into my lap. Or at least into my shattered cell phone. The Pony sent me a text this morning.

 

10:10 "Well, work did a whoopsie. Scheduled 4 of us while they only had 3 cars to give out. So I'm off until like 2:00 when they get something back for me to drive. Could've had the full day off if I wasn't so nice - I offered to come back in later when they have a car so that the other CCAs don't have to drive out to Backroads and deal with it on top of their own stuff."

 

10:41 [I was in the midst of my beauty sleep!] "So nice!"

 

10:42 "And of course halfway through a Devil's Playground trip they found one!"

 

10:43 "So now you're going?"

 

10:43 "Yeah, once I get checked out and unloaded." 

I suppose The Pony decided to take his un-air-conditioned car to the Devil's Playground, since he was already up and dressed and out of the house. At least Pony House is between the Devil's Playground and "the office," so he could drop off his groceries on the way back to work. He was only about 4 miles away. Not like he was still living out here.

2:41 "Had a tire go out! They got it fixed, but I'm off early."

It's probably for the best. The Pony returned to his cool, cool, house. The temperature was 99 degrees when I was in town at 4:30.

Farmer H has an appointment for next Wednesday to get The Pony's car fixed. He can't figure out why all the mechanics are so busy. I hope Mick the Mechanic didn't put a note in Farmer H's file, saying he was "difficult."