I spotted this little guy in the next door neighbor's yard a couple of days ago. Can you see him? At first I thought it was just an oddly shaped tuft of grass, but those seldom twitch their ears.
Very little quilting is happening around here this week. I'm taking a week-long class in the mornings and I'm spending my afternoons helping my dad take care of some family business.
This is the place where I could put a rant, but I'll skip it, okay?
But, if I did put a rant I would complain about how Large Government Bureaucracies that deal with senior citizens might somehow cater to their constituents by having a phone system that takes into account that said senior citizens are often hard of hearing and may become confused by rapidly recited phone answering menus. The rant might suggest that they include a menu choice such as, "Are you 65 or older? Would you like to talk to a human being? Press 1 now."
You can see where this is going. Luckily for us, this particular office of the Large Government Bureaucracy was close by and so it was easier (and probably took less time, though certainly more gas) to drive on over there and take care of the problem in person.
Unfortunately, the next Large Government Bureaucracy to be dealt with is in another state and so we must persevere with the menus and the button pressing and get through the experience somehow. That will be tomorrow.
But I definitely won't rant about it. Definitely.