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Well, I decided to pull the rollerblades out yesterday, since the weather had cooled a lot and I’m out of practice.

But before I could skate, there was the issue of my skating parkng lot. This place is surrounded by trees, and there were about 3 kajillion little acorn-nutty-tree-seed things everywhere. sticks and leaves and a great big mess. squirrel’s heaven, skater’s demise.or at least, demise for a so-so skater like me. tripsy mine-field. what to do?

well, i definitely wanted to skate. so i did something kinda silly. i pulled out an old broom, and swept off part of the parking lot. la la la! sweeping away like it was totally normal to sweep off a parking lot. la! la! la! BUT…duh tuh duh…while i was doing this, the guy in a gas company truck pulled in. oops.

“oh great,” i think to myself. “i’m standing here sweeping the fuckin’ parking lot! this guy is going to think i’m a loon.” not that he’d necessarily be wrong. that’s not the point. the point is, i want to decide whom i share my looniness with, on my terms, damnit! he tried to be nonchalant, as he peered over to try and figure out what the hell i was doing and why i would be sweeping the parkng lot. no doubt about it. he was voting loon.

me? I ignored him and kept on sweeping. it seemed like the best course. and you know what? i got a damn blister on my thumb from sweeping. goddamn it.

and THEN…as i was telling hubby i got a blister from sweeping, he didn’t miss a beat: ” ah. you were being a good woman!” what a smartass!