.. something happened. I did not want to tell you because maybe you would think I was stupid and leave me. But then I thought maybe you do stupid things too (I hope) and it would be a relief for you to read about other people doing stupid things (I hope). Though you should never CALL someone stupid – not to their face. If you tell someone he is stupid he will BE stupid. Name calling lowers ones game. It teaches us nothing.
But no-one called me stupid. Well, not recently anyway. 
You see, for a number of days my phone was not ringing. There was no sound at all just the vibration. I played with the buttons on the side turning it up and down. I went into settings and fiddled about – nothing. I discovered a few hairline cracks in the glass so I assumed it had been damaged. 
So (in the absence of a teenager) while I was in town the other day I took my phone into the shop where I bought it -I had all my insurance papers in order. I was ready for a long and protracted Carry On. I walked into the store, cockily said Hullo to The Greeter before she saw me, walked with confidence across to the phone department and was met by a terribly nice young man who was probably about twelve years old. He put down the device he was working with, giving me his full attention. I explained my predicament and he smiled and reached out his hand and said ” Can I see the phone?” “Sure”, I said and handed the offending device over. He took it in the palm of his hand, tilted it slightly to look at the side buttons, flicked one with a fingernail and said “You had the Mute on.”
My eyes widened, my pulse elevated and a blush spread across my face as I did a quick search of the immediate area to see if anyone SAW! “Oh”, I said, grabbing my phone and stuffing it back into my bag – at speed. “Thank you.”I smiled and laughed, as you would. “Silly me”! I said. “I am so sorry”. He was awfully gracious “Happen to anyone, sometimes the covers slip over the button, I love your accent, where are you from?” But with a wave I was already out the door and hurrying for my used cooking oil car, almost running down The Greeter who was outside having a smoke, as I bolted for the carpark . Can you imagine – the embarrassment?!
Now, if you think that was stupid listen to this. Yesterday I was off to buy feed and so I dressed accordingly and I took out my clean town shoes, (I never wear farm shoes where other farmers might be walking). These shoes are green Converse shoes. I love them. I put one shoe onto one foot then remembered something in the kitchen so with one foot shod and one in a sock I ran from the bedroom to the kitchen. Saved my coffee or whatever it was, I cannot remember, then I raced back to the bedroom to put the other shoe on but Icould not see it, i searched and searched but NEVER found the second shoe again. It had vanished! For ages I hobbled about the house with one shoe on and one shoe lost, backtracking and retracking myself looking for the other clean green Converse shoe. GONE.
I had to change my trousers to accommodate boots (I only have one pair of shoes) and then went Out and Back again. It was not ’til much later in the evening that I found my beautiful clean green Converse shoe on the shelf next to the microwave in the pantry. What WAS I thinking not looking for my shoe on the shelf next to the microwave in the pantry!
Here is another Stupid Story. Because of the cold breezes coming into the barn now I gave each set of pigs a whole bale of straw to play with and so they could snuggle down in the lea of the bale, out of the cold, and sleep. Well, the day before Yesterday I was talking to one the Plonkers in the barn, when behind me I heard a noisy excited scuffle namely Tahiti (above) and Molly, the two Hereford gilts, shoving their bale of straw up against the gate then climbing up onto it and launching themselves over the gate like fish sliding out of a bucket – straight onto my feet. “Merciful heavens”, I said much surprised, “how long have you been practicing that little trick.”
“It worked.” they screamed with delight to each other and merrily began to gnaw on my boots!
Needless to say I took out my trusty farmers knife and slit (there is that nasty word again) the strings on their bale of straw before opening the gate and letting them back in.
I think I need to drink more water! Obviously I am so distracted lately I am losing my MIND.
Did you see what Boo is looking at in the header shot? Here it is again.
The big hunter. Have a lovely day,
Our new Dexter heifer should be coming today! I will keep you posted.
love celi
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70 responses to “The other day…”
Celie a million thank yous for owning up to being human: we thought you were superhuman and incapable of our kind of idiocy, so it’s lovely that you’ve joined us ordinary mortals. As for leaving you: impossible. You’re stuck with us.
I waste a large proportion of my life in looking for lost things. Nowadays I look in the daft places first. I believe in the indestructibility of matter, and if I go and do something else, the lost whateveritis will turn up sooner or later.
Those plonkers could earn a fortune on the stage! Love ’em.
love,
ViV xox
You did not do stupid things. You did NORMAL things. That is what I tell myself when I do things like that. I lost track of the baby one day and ran through the house looking for him. He was in his baby carrier. You know, the kind that mom’s WEAR. Yeah, I was looking for the kid that was hanging on me.
And please pretend that I didn’t add the unnecessary apostrophe. I didn’t get home until 2am. So very sleepy and not punctuating clearly.
My favorite sign of dehydration, ahem, …..whilst talking on my cell phone I park my car, grab my pocketbook, and commence searching for my phone in case I need it while shopping……usually it “dawns” on me after abit of panic…..more than once friends , more than once. LOve our fellowship !!
Happy Day of Thanksgiving and harvest to all…..Nanster
I have days like that! More now than ever. I’m overly stressed with life and cancer in the family. Prayers for my Mom and my sweet beagle Chloe.
Prayers your way …..
Oh Cei I have so many stupid days like that, my sister in law and I just laugh madly at them. I was talking on the phone the other day and wanted to look up a number and could not for the life of me find my phone to do so. I it was in my hand of course.
Welcome to the club! Elly and I call it hunt the glasses, although it may not be spectacles we are searching for. Some people have washing machines that eat socks, I have an arm chair that eats fine sewing needles. 😦 Mind you the larger the object, the more difficult it is to find. I look forward to meeting the new Dexter heifer tomorrow. Stay warm.
You are hilarious .. Shoe in the pantry! Love it .. I do daft things too ..ha ha often. Don’t you worry 😃
Daft is a much better word than stupid, love it.
Daft is such a good word 😄
Yep, me too… and it’s not an age thing… vague moments have been occurring my whole life. I think we get busy… and the tireder and hurrieder I am the more it happens. But in hindsight it makes for a laugh. And you have to be able to laugh at yourself 🙂
Life is never dull around Poppy, and now her progeny are at it too.
Clever Boo… well, he is a cat-tle dog.
Love your comment, Dale…cat-tle dog indeed!
Agatha Christie said something along the subject that it is when we see folks being foolish that we realize how much we love them. You are Well Loved, Celi…along with all the Fellowship members who have ‘fessed up to similar shenanigans. Much, much love to all of us darling fools, Gayle
Hilarious, because we all do I think, trying to do too much. At least your Converse wasn’t IN the microwave 🙂 Funny, I was going to ask are you drinking enough water, sounds like your brain’s not hydrated enough. Go now and drink a nice big glass full. Dear Boo, and his wee mouse. And is that Aunty Del checking out the new baby…sweet.
I’m glad you told us this – makes me feel better about dropping my phone down the loo, putting my specs in the fridge and only finding them when I gave up hope and turned to wine, dropping an earrring in a boot which I found inside it a long while after I lost it, taking my Spanish purse and money out shopping and trying to pay in Euros in England, salt for sugar….oh I could go on, but I think you get the picture!
Never thought that you could think we leave you … You had been serviced by such a charming boy in that shop. – With lost things it is so so strange: It – whatever –has just been there, it cannot be, it’s impossible, can’t be found again, it’s vanished and it remains dissapeared. I so know these situations. Sometimes I think there are otherworldly beings at work that want to joke with me.
OK the only thing or reason I’d may leave you might be when you’d leave the Farmy. But you would not – I know.
Love how Aunty Del is interested in the new Farmy member – that’s so great. Wow.
And Tahiti & Molly are such cute and funny Punchs.
For Boo: There is a mouse, isn’t it?
This brought such joy to my early morning! I do stupid things too and as ElleDee says, they make for very funny stories later on. But at the time, you do wonder if you are losing your mind. I’m so glad to know you are normal, Celi!!
I lost my phone last Nov. never found it, though I know it is in the house. Finally had to replace it….but don’t know how to mute except to press the bell icon until the little dots go way way down. I’m scared of this of course because the reason I lost the original phone is because I turned it off and wasn’t able to call it in order to find it.
I wonder if Tahiti and Molly would have such trouble . Those Smartypants!
Ah, phones. They will do things you can’t figure out. Mine keeps showing that I have an unread text message. It’s stuff like that makes me come here to your blog for a dose of watched mouse (the light shining through its ears!), clever plonkers, and sweet little bull-calf.