I really wanted to write about "The Sprinkler Episode". In fact, I thought I had written about it several years ago. I, in fact, thought I had entitled that blog "Rat-a-tat-tat". However, as I searched my blogs since 2007, I couldn't find the sprinkler episode.
No. The sprinkler episode did not appear in my history; but, it could be because I really don't know how to search for it. What I did find, however, were writings when I had come home from school, absolutely delirious or drained or nuts! I read a few of these posts from 2007 (when my twin told me I just HAD to create a blog, which I did!) And I laughed or I thought, "Oh, how sweet. I remember that incident."
So, now I will tell the sprinkler story because no one in their right mind needs to experience it like I did:
Truett was at a Stained Glass meeting without me one year. I was enjoying my time alone. Praise the Good Lord! But the one thing he told me was, "Merry, change the waterers when you get home from school in order for the whole yard to grow grass."
"YES, Sir!" I said.
However, since Truett was in Kansas City and I had an early dinner scheduled with a girl friend of mine, I thought, "Just move that sprinkler to the right. It won't take one minute". Heck, I didn't have time to turn the water off, move the sprinkler, and then turn the water back on. No. I was in a hurry to meet my friend for dinner.
Do you know how stupid that was of me? You probably don't, but, I soon found out.
I rushed home from school. I saw that sprinkler jerking around. . . rat-a-tat-tat . . .rat-atat-tat . . .rat-a-tat-tat.
I ran to the water sprinkler, snatched it up face-level, (really believing I could move it to another part of my yard without getting wet.)
And boy oh boy was I in for a schock!
Rat-a-tat-tat . . . rat-a-tat-tat. . .rat-a-tat-tat. . . right in my face!
Right on my make-up!
Right in my hair!
Right on my clothes!
I was appauled! "What a stupid idiot you are!," I exclaimed to myself.
Of course, I was late for my dinner with my friend. I had to change clothes and re-dry my hair and apply new make up.
I learned a valuable lesson that day: Haste makes waste!
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