I love where I live.
Love being in the country.
I never know what I'll see out my kitchen window.
One day it's 5 deer peacefully grazing in my yard.
Another day it's several Canadian geese eating our recently sowed grass seed.
Another day it's a gorgeous hot air balloon floating over the back yard; close enough to holler hello at the lucky people in the basket.
Another day it's a new dirt bike jump.
Another day it's a black bear.
Another day it's a 5 foot black snake dining at the local bird house.
Another day it's the orange hat bobbing along through our woods as one of the relatives goes deer hunting.
Another day it's my daughter (name withheld) doing a back bend on the barn roof.
And another day, like yesterday, it's this:
A lost Sysco tractor trailer.
He barrelled right past the house, through the parking spot, and on to the barn. Really? Does it look like we get tractor trailer loads of groceries delivered to our barn?
About halfway to the barn, he must've clued in to the obvious. He stopped and started backing up. Keep in mind that it rained ALL day yesterday and everything was a soggy mess.
I watched in dismay (and some frustration...ok, lots of frustration) as he proceeded to turn his big rig around.
By the time he made it back to the front of the house, I was standing in the driveway (with an umbrella in the downpour) waiting on him. He rolled his window down. I asked, "What in the world are you doing?" (I think I said it nicely.)
He grinned at me and said, "Sorry ma'am. They told me to go all the way to the end of the road. Looks like this isn't it." Like it was no big deal. All I could do was point my finger up the road and say between clinched teeth, "Obviously. You need to be up there at that building."
He grinned, waved, and drove off in his beast. As he went by me, I noticed the extra large serving of my beautiful sod served up so nicely on the jack/brace thingy that hangs down under the trailer.
I tromped out to assess the damage. Let's just put it this way: I won't post any pictures of his 18-wheeled beast's jaunt through my yard, through the basketball court, over the retaining wall and through the sod. We are giving Sysco an opportunity to make good on their drivers stupidity, lack of judgment, and negligence.
I wonder what I'll see out my kitchen window next week?
I'll take the bear any day over the tractor trailer!