Zoomie fights
I wish I understood more about the whole video production thing. Imagine the moment:
The truck from the hardware store arrives, with a small load of lumber and a framed door. We unload things into the garage, and the carpenter notices that the door swings the wrong way (yes, it’s a thing). Back outside to lean the door against the truck, while we prepare for reloading. Outside, it’s windy, and the door swings the wrong way, into the side of the other truck. No dents. The carpenter shakes off the incident, saying that it is “only a truck”.
I keep replaying the scene, wondering how it could be the foundation of a film in a festival. I’m not there, yet. But, soon.
Actually, they returned the door to the store, and brought back a different one, which is now in the basement waiting to be placed. Renovations come with their own dance. I’m trying not to visualize the finished area (it’s mine!), but getting the final nail in place will be great fun. Plus, I might get my house key back. That’s the real reason I haven’t gone anywhere else for the last six months. Nothing to do with a pandemic. I just can’t lock the door, and that is my story. Sticking to it.
Outside, the “zoomies” are fighting. Hummingbirds, for those of you unfamiliar with the term. They are extremely territorial, when it comes to an open bar of sweet water. I just do what any bartender would do: keep the drinks flowing, and staying clear of the needle noses.
And in my preferred field, as seen from the kitchen window, they cut the hay this afternoon. Not really hay; more like uncontrolled grass. It will be the only time this calendar year, so I have taken note.
