I got up at 5:30 and began doing yard work. I had another raspberry cane to plant. I did yard work; hot and sweaty yardwork; until three in the afternoon. I took one break around noon to go home and check the mail box. I had mail.
The mail will be keeping me busy because it included the software that the state financial disclosure board expects me fill out which will account for my campaign donations and expenditures. I’m slow at data inputting and there will be some serious inputting ahead.
I found an email from Vic later in the day expressing concern with my distracted driving. He wrote:
I hope that Claudia or someone else was driving, while you were jotting.
I tried to assure him that my bad example wasn’t all that bad which, of course, is a pathetic rationalization if not a bald faced lie. I hate folks who use cell phones while they drive let alone text while the drive. So, there’s not much question what that makes me. Anyway here’s my reply to Vic.
No,Vic,
If I get myself killed my last thought will be how much this will please some people.
If I killed someone else I’d never forgive myself.
I only jot notes when there are no cars anywhere near my car’s vicinity. Since I’m on a divided hwy if I veer off the road there will be no head on collision although I may scare the hell out of a few field mice.Harry
They say confession is good for the soul. Consider this post mine. I promise, I’ll pull over the next time I feel the urge to do some jotting. I’ll be danged if I want to make my critic’s day.
