Cussing A Cabbage-- The Crazy Effects Of Heat And Humidity...

 OK, I knew that the weather was gonna turn really nasty after we had all those gorgeous days in May, cool temps and low humidity, and even delightful rainstorms...

 I prepared for this by switching my work hours to Vamp-Time, that is getting up at 2AM and working till mid--morning, and then sleeping all day til sundown...

 This has worked well all week, so I decided that I wouldn't do anything today but go to the library, and read-- It's got A/C and closed reading rooms... You can't beat this for a great option, and besides all that, there is a Starbucks built in, too! :)

 Well, in typical "Mercury Retrograde" fashion of course, I ran straight into a elder Client that needed me to pick up a cabbage and some yams for her (How do they know that I do my produce shopping on Saturdays?)...

 Now, It's OK with me because I'm going to do my shopping anyway, but why is it that when I'm going for cabbage for myself, that all the cabbages are the size of Brussels Sprouts, and when I'm getting them for someone else, the damn things look like Green Volkwagons and weigh in at tons?

 This, plus the fact that I would have to return to her home with these monsters-- No way I'm gonna lug Cabbage-Zilla to the library, made me get irritated BIGTIME, and I started cussing that cabbage, the yams weren't all that lightweight, either...

 My friend at the produce truck, had placed the produce I was to carry in a plastic bag, this really sags and stretches with the items inside and pinches my hands, Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

 So now I'm mad, and I can't wait to get rid of this burden, and when I get to her home, I fling the bags down on  the floor...

 Lo and Behold, there was an extra bag of peaches that I didn't order... My friend on the truck had sneaked them in there as a Gift for me, for speaking French with him when I order my goods..

 Here I was cussing all this extra weight, and there was a Gift in there for me... I started to feel really stupid, and then I started to laugh at myself for cussing out those big-assed cabbages...

 I know that there's got to be a message in all of this, my dear Apsense family, and I suspect that I know what it is...

 But I'm going to enjoy my freash peaches, while the Gods and Goddesses have a laugh at the little jokes they love to play on me, and a lot of other folks, too! :)