Boy, do I need to get out without them more often. I felt so light and unencumbered. And it seemed so unbelievably quiet without the whining and the screaming. I mean, yeah, other people’s horrible children were nearby, but they were not my responsibility. And when I ignored them, it actually worked.
The weather was perfect: breezy and cool, with blue sky resting on big, puffy clouds. I saw birds. I saw ladybugs. I even saw the Farmer going back and forth on his tractor. I was careful to wait until he was facing away to blow kisses in his direction, and then pretend like I was too busy with my important berry-picking to notice him on his return trip. Farmer who? I’m sorry, I’m not aware of any farmers in the vicinity.
When I was done stuffing my face with strawberries, the timing worked out just right so that the tractor would be carrying the Farmer toward the end of the rows just as I was walking by. I considered just standing there in his way to see what would happen, but he’s a very focused worker and I‘m not in his good graces as it is. Instead, to increase the odds of acknowledgment, I joined a gaggle of little boys and their Tractor Fan Club, and waved along with them. He waved back. Hooray!
Soon we will be wed.