The Chief

Ok, I am done pacing. The troupe is gone and I have my yard back. Um, the Prince showed up at 11:30 with two younger guys...probably sons, as far as I can figure and then...here comes the big daddy, the boss, the Chief. I remember this guy from years ago...he used to be the one to go door to door to drum up business for family and now, he is the guy in the chair. Yup, that's it...the chief's chair. This guy sat and supervised the whole time that the family was sawing, hacking, climbing, resting, cutting, resting, crouching and sitting around. OY. That chair got around the yard today, as the sun did and here it sits in the place that it was left, alone without a head poopie-doo guy's rear end in it.
Now I see why they didn't make it here yesterday...it was all of the crouching and spitting and resting in between short bouts of labor. What's the hurry...

Comments

[Helle From Denmark]

Hehehe Lisa........sounds to my, that you might have to learn how to spit BACK!*LOL* Have you calm down know....??*LOL*

[Angela]

Hey - I want that job, well, without the spitting and crouching. Maybe that could be replaced with spinning, knitting and dyeing?

[Helen in NH]

Lisa my dear. I cannot TELL you how glad I am that you are blogging your brainzout these days. You're talent for colorwork is exceeded only by your love of language and expression. Now don't go gettin' a big head about this; I mean what I'm saying. KEEP DOING THIS. And think to the future when you will publish some of it. You ARE keeping all these entries for grandbabe, right?
Helen in Steambath, NH