Brain Fart

This morning, I was trying to get water for the cows. First, I had to get the hose, which was stretched out in a long line ending at the door to the chicken coop some distance away. So I started pulling. At the first movement of the hose, something else moved off to the side, right next to the garage. I pulled again and looked. It was a white rabbit! The thought process the ensued went something like this: “Oh! A white rabbit! A wild white rabbit! An unusually big wild rabbit. We don’t have white wild rabbits… Hey! I think our rabbits got out!” Honestly, it took me a whole minute – at least – to figure this out.

Three hours later we were driving out of town toward the bank. We passed the Knights of Columbus hall, the Knights of Columbus that David is a member of and of whose activities I am somewhat acquainted with. There is a sign out front. I read it. “Fish Fart )/20″ I looked at it thoughtfully as we drove past. What could they be trying to tell me? Is it the name of some other local group renting the hall? A band performing in an upcoming concert? Some slogan which would be uplifting if only I could figure out what it means? As we drove by, I looked back, perplexed, hoping to glean some bit of meaning. The other side read, “Fish Fry 8/20″. Of course it did. Because they’re having a fish fry next week. Not a fish fart.

Apparently, sleep deprivation results in a loss of reasoning skills.

Fortunately, Davey mentioned the Knights this afternoon before dinner, and because I can only remember things if somebody else brings them up first (not a terribly helpful trait) I was able to tell my fishy tale, and he was able to call the Grand Knight, who was able to call someone who is actually in the area, who will go fix the sign and spare the Knights any embarrassment when a large crowd of people arrive on )/20 expecting to hear that awesome band, Fish Fart.

And sometime around 7 o’clock this evening, we were finally able to catch the two white rabbits who, because they are not really wild, are actually looking almost good enough to eat.

And bedtime is just an hour away, and wake up is at six instead of four thirty.

So it’s all good.