PORCH PONDERINGS

The Coroner

We do Meals on Wheels on Wednesday. I know I've told that before. Well, today we're out and about, I tell hubby, turn here, at the motel. There's a man there we deliver to. He misses the turn. But then he takes a left turn at the intersection ahead, gets in the lane of the traffic going the wrong way for a few dozen yards then turns into the motel, right in front of a sheriff's vehicle sitting there. Duh. And the best part is the sheriff didn't see us, and the sheriff's vehicle had the coroner symbol. Hmm.

So, we made an illegal turn into the motel. In front of the sheriff. Who was actually the coroner. At a motel.

After we stopped laughing hysterically at the weirdness of that, we continue on. You cannot make up this stuff. Life just is so full of these moments.

When we managed a motel in Gardiner, there was talk of a person that died in one of the rooms there some years before. So if a guest was late in checking out, that was always the fear. You didn't want to walk into a room to find a dead person.

I had play practice tonight. Good grief. I wanted to smack someone. There is this one lady. I had to say some prayers for patience. She is not in the play, she is helping with the set, with the makeup, with prompting of lines. Well, let's just say she got on my last nerve tonight. My attitude is you should let someone try to figure out their line, not immediately tell them if they forget. And if someone does forget, they should say 'line?' so the prompter knows they need help. Well, let's just say practice was too chaotic and maddening.

We still haven't had much rain to speak of. It rained a bit on the way back home tonight from Musselshell. A few drops. But as soon as I got to Roundup, it stopped. It truly is as if we live in a bubble or something. Strange. It can rain all around, but not here in town.

Perhaps tomorrow. Everything is better in the morning, right?