Catching Idle Butterflies

Spoke Too Soon

I should have kept my mouth shut, or in this case my fingers still.

Yesterday I done wrote an entry that now qualifies as famous last words. Yep, fate made a liar out of me.

In yesterday’s first entry ("About Work" ) I moaned and complained about I never got to play outside any more. Harumph!

3:30pm, I get a phone call from another engineer (his name’s Casey, and I only know two of those, thank goodness), and he asks me if I could go to the new middle school site and help him level (that’s where we determine the elevations of certain points and tell the construction crews how much it needs to be cut down or filled up).

Well, duh! Like I’m gonna say no?!

For the next hour and a half, I stood in the middle of heavy equipment rumbling past and digging up dirt so the wind could pick it up and toss it in my eyes. The temperature continued to cool, and the sun disappeared behind thickening clouds (I was smart enough to bring a sweater, just in case), and the moment we finished rain started to fall.

A perfect day for surveying! I’m still grinnin’ about it I enjoyed it so much. I even got to carry equipment around, walk up and down little hills – my legs did remember how to walk, surprise, surprise – and tell Dave (the engineer) where to go and what to do. That’s always fun, telling people what to do, especially people named Dave.

Today, I don’t anticipate going outside again. I have a pile of office work that still needs to be done. One is to input a written legal description into one of my programs, and figure the acreage. That requires math, so I’m looking forward to it.

Once again I prove my weirdness! But I'm happy in my weirdness, so it can't be all bad, can it?