Off and on over the last few months, I’ve been doing maintenance at our little country place. It becomes a little inconvenient, such as today when I needed the pressure washer and realized I never brought it back after cleaning out there. Off we go!
But at least I knew where it was. The pick was different. It’s my weapon of choice for uprooting thistles, and it had disappeared. Not in the house, not in the galpón (shed/barn). I sometimes leave it in the middle of the yard when cutting grass, but I hadn’t seen it anywhere. Would someone have stolen it? Hard to imagine.
So, after washing frog turds off the kitchen sink, I grabbed the power washer, turned to leave, and voilá.
Almost like I’m playing tricks on myself.
Stealth grubbing hoe.
The universe loves to play. Ready or not.