I got cancelled this morning. Again. Sitting here drinking my Double Chocolate coffee when the phone rang. Not entirely bad news. That gives me a three day weekend. I can enjoy that. No problem. Brain was already whirring in preparation for the mental strain that work is and I don't know how to shut it off so,,I start thinking. For those of you that know me you would all agree that for me,,at times,,thinking is a dangerous game,,especially when it's fueled by Double Chocolate coffee. So the coffee and I,,and me and myself,,we all started thinking. It started with what I needed to do this weekend and could get a jump start on with my unplanned day off. The yard being first on that list. The brain then jumped to the days when I had a yard boy. Actually,,a yard crew. They would come with all of their equipment and whiz bang around the yard and make incredible amounts of noise and PRESTO,,the beds were weeded and the shrubs trimmed and the lawn groomed and all I had to do was watch. Fast forward a few years,,very cute young man would show up to mow. Maggie had a serious crush on the yard boy. She would climb the magnolia tree and just watch him. She would carry glass after glass of ice water out to him and just look at him. Fast forward a few more years,,no yard boy,,no yard crew. I purchased a lawn mower without a clue how to even run the damn thing. Walked around it ,,stared at it,,attempted to mind meld with it,,finally got the thing running and have been taking care of my own lawn ever since. At this point in the thinking ,,the news came on about baseball playoffs,,flashback,,19 years ago,,driving to a Junior League meeting,,Tuesday night,,tiny baby Maggie left at home with her Daddy and real babysitter Mallory,,the World Series on. I had on pearls,,and a cashmere twin set,,and a bow in my hair. There were elaborately carved pumpkins on the front porch. I had spent that day having lunch with the big girls,,while the maid looked after my little girls and took care of the house. I had manicured nails. Flash forward,,today I'm making preparations for a road trip,,on a Harley,,to a bike rally in Galveston. No pearls. No twin set. No manicured nails. No bow. A do-rag. Leather chaps. Pedicure in blood red. What would "the ladies that lunch" think? If they were smart,,they would be jealous. Yes,,they would be jealous.