The Knock At The Door

Errand Day started out all cattywompus this week. I was already planning my town trip to start two hours early, because Farmer H sprung a surprise document-completing and signing on me. Dumped three pages of forms on the kitchen table Wednesday evening, saying I need to take them by the title office on Thursday, and go in to sign paperwork for the sale of HIS LAND. That's a lot of trouble for $1200. Of course Farmer H had already signed his name, but due to the inconvenience of our marriage, I also had to appear in person and sign. At least I have my helper Pony to assist me in and out.

I had to bake another dozen corn muffins in time for them to cool before leaving. I was taking some ham and beans to The Pony, who LOVES corn muffins. We would have had enough, but Farmer H eats three per meal, while I have one. So we'd be short for our last night of the beans if I took The Pony enough to enjoy.

Then I spied SilverRedO driving across the front yard shortly before 8:00. And heard Farmer H come in the basement door. I didn't know if he had Old Buddy with him. I don't like surprise guests. So I was cautious going about my regular routines.

I got a load of laundry done, the beans for that evening put into a smaller pot, baked the muffins, washed the dishes, and wrote Genius's weekly letter.

THEN THERE WAS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR!

I'd heard Jack thumping around on the porch, as if frolicking, and wondered if another animal had come along. But no. It turned out to be the door knocker. It took me a few minutes to get there. 

It was a guy in a hard hat and work vest. Looked like the actor Steve Zahn. He said he was with a tree-trimming business. Yes. I understood. There have been two vehicles parked in assorted places along the county blacktop road. They have a seat for the driver, and a long thing that looks like a torpedo, with a circular saw at the end. They trim limbs along the power lines. Hopefully we won't lose our power with this upcoming snowstorm!

Anyhoo... he explained what they doing, and asked how much of the land was ours. I told him down to the tall stump. "I know exactly what you're talking about!" He asked if anything was buried under the lines. Not that I know of. And if Farmer H minded if they sprayed herbicide in a 15 foot radius around the poles. Nope. I was pretty sure he didn't. I later called Farmer H to make sure. Not that I was going to go find this guy and tell him. Farmer H was all for it.

I don't like things upsetting my routine. But this guy was nice enough. And he let little Jack jump up on him, and petted him. It's hard to dislike a dog lover.