Moving Dirt, Fun Runs and Siblings

I often think of things to blog about during my day but by the time I get home I have lost them. Today I wrote the ideas down.

This. This is weird. And it is driving me nutty.

We live several blocks from a curling rink. It has a huge parking lot and for months now something is being done but for the life of me I can’t figure it out. It is some type of construction without any constructing going on. A portion of the parking lot is fenced off so you can’t go inside. Today things got really weird. I had a gap between clients so I parked across the street listening to music. This is what I saw. (You are going to have to concentrate.)  A backhoe moving dirt from one spot to another. A white dump truck pulls up and and the backhoe fills it with dirt from the big pile and it leaves. A yellow dump truck pulls up and gets filled with dirt from the big pile then leaves. Then (!) a blue dump truck comes and it empties dirt onto the big pile that the two other dumps trucks had just taken away. Then the white dump truck comes back and gets filled with dirt from the big pile and drives off. Between the times the dump trucks are getting filled the backhoe is just moving dirt from one pile to another and back again. It is so bizarre. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing being done at all and someone is making money doing it. Maybe it is like money laundering but with dirt. Fuck. I don’t know.

Moving on…

notfunToday while driving I saw a sign similar to this one. Can you guess what thought came immediately to my brain? Run and Fun should not be used in the same sentence. I regularly see people out running/jogging and they never ever look like they are having fun or even remotely enjoying themselves. Most look totally miserable. One lady I see often looks like she is crying. Myself, I hate running. I have short legs and am uncoordinated and need to lose 20 30 40 pounds and going on a Fun Run would be hellish. Maybe a walk. Or a crawl. Or you could roll me. All I know is running is not fun.

Moving on…

My first client today is Lovely Old Lady that lives in her daughter’s basement suite. She is a nice old gal and never has anything bad or negative to say. Until today. Though she didn’t actually say anything her quiet spoke volumes. Lovely Old Lady is in her 90’s and has her sister visiting from England. Sister of Lovely Old Lady is sleeping on the Hide-a-Bed when I arrive. I said something to Lovely Old Lady about how nice it is that her sister is visiting. Lovely Old Lady shakes her head no at me and rolls here eyes. (I thought eye rolling was a teenager thing.) She rolls her eyes again and glares over at her sister who is sound asleep. I didn’t dare poke The Beast who is actually Lovely Old Lady and ask why because she  looked like she wanted to kill her sister. It was that look that only siblings who hate each other don’t enjoy each others company can give. To think that at 90 something you can still not get along with your sibling!

7 thoughts on “Moving Dirt, Fun Runs and Siblings

  1. I think you are right about the money laundering. Money laundering using dirt is going to have me thinking for days.
    On the sibling front. My eldest brother turns 70 on Monday. He and the next brother in line are at war with each other. And, if they both reach 90, will be still.
    And I agree wholeheartedly on the fun/run question. Fun when it stops.

  2. I agree running is never fun.

    The older we get the more we dislike people I think. Ha. Maybe we can give up pretending we like our family.

  3. I’m so glad you wrote these thoughts down Birdie. I know the feeling of wanting to write but losing those little gems that come to us. It’s the worst feeling ever. I wouldn’t wish it on you ever.

    • Loved this ! I can relate to it all. Glad you gave yourself a note so you could remember them. Gave me a good laugh 🙂

  4. What a fun combo of posting here, Birdie.

    As for jogging, I have to tell you that I LOVE it. Love it. It makes me happy to do it, and when I’m doing it, I think how glad I am to have my legs moving and my heart beating. For me, yoga and jogging are the same thing. Relaxing.

    Have a yummy day and boogie boogie.

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