Day 852 Sinking feeling

9th December 2019

Rolled up my sleeves again and worked in the garage. It’s so much different from the old place where as soon as the temperature dropped it was impossible to work for more than fifteen minutes before my hands froze.

This is luxury compared to that, the small heater provides enough heat to keep the chill off.

Later in the afternoon Kelli dropped me at Menards to purchase some adhesive and paint whilst she went off to do things Kelli does best. “Could you pick up some bird and Squirrel food as well”

So she handed me a large carrier bag, and we agreed to meet at the nearby Starbucks in an hour. So off I went to do my chores.

I was finished quickly, so packing the bags of seeds into my carrier bag, I grabbed the handles which were longer than I thought. Fully loaded the bag hovered about half an inch from the ground constantly banging my ankles.

I had to cross a patch of grass to get to Starbucks. As I proceeded I noticed that the ground was a little soft, as I went further it became boggy, and I was sinking, the bag was now rubbing on the ground, so not only did I have to drag myself through the bog, I had the bloody bag to worry about.

I must have looked a sad case to the people waiting at the drive through this poor guy dragging a Christmas decorated carrier bag, slowly sinking into the quagmire.

Most waited around to see if I disappeared from sight, leaving behind the bags of bird seeds

I managed to reach firm ground, leaving my muddy footprints on the floor of the coffee shop. The bag handles had stretched so much that it was constantly dragging along the ground.

I was making a dragging noise from where I placed my order to where I had to collect it, many people looked up, I smiled and uttered the excuse “dead dog”