A Needed Distraction

It's Thursday, and still no sight or news of our adopted dog Lucky. Jack has been barking his fool head off for 2.5 hours, looking towards the neighbors' house where Copper Jack used to come through the fence. There has been no sound of any other dog barking. Those neighbors have a little inside dog, too, but have not replaced Copper Jack since he had to be put down due to cancer. Jack also came up on the back porch, and barked down into the corner of the woods by that neighbor's house. Odd that it's the only direction he faces, while barking at nothing. 

Thank the Gummi Mary, Farmer H is still around to distract me from my moping. He carried in some old groceries Tuesday evening. A box of trash bags, and two kinds of paper plates. He actually put them away. Sort of. 

He got the box of trash bags right. Set them on the floor beside the wastebasket, in the recess under the counter where a dishwasher would go if I had one...

Farmer H put his "good" paper plates under the few remaining "good" paper plates on the counter. Then things went awry.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, shocked at his disbursement of those three items. All I'd asked was for him to bring them inside. Farmer H took the plain paper plates, that I use for things like chopping onions so as not to dirty my cutting board. I keep a few in the wooden paper plate holder emblazoned with "Everyday China." The rest are in a cabinet to the left of the sink.

I saw Farmer H trying to sneak the sealed package of plain paper plates into the cabinet. I had ASSUMED he was going to rip open the package and stack them. He even asked where they went. Despite my succinct directions, he opened three different cabinets. That man cain't understand nothin'! Finally, he opened the right one, and saw the stack of plates there.

"WAIT! What are you doing?"

"Puttin' this pack of plates up."

"Not like THAT! Why would I want a PACKAGE of plates in the cabinet? Take off the plastic and stack them on the others. When I need plates, I want to just reach up and grab some, not stop what I'm doing to unwrap them!"

I swear. Farmer H does these things on purpose, to get out of doing them in the future.