I might have mentioned (a few dozen times) that we have a few (thousand) flies currently buzzing about the place…driving us crazy (crazier). We swat, we zap, we vacuum, we cheer the cat when she catches one…but, it is bad here. I was feeling a tad embarrassed that we had so many darn flies, but then luckily…I went out.
Yesterday, I worked at the local elementary school. While I was struggling in the work room to cut out apples, buses and triangles, there was another woman there on a fly-tirade. She was whacking and smacking and doing a bit of muttering. Did my heart good.
My favorite fly-incident so far though, was when I showed up to quilting at church. A dear little soul (sweet older lady) a tad on the petite side, always nicely dressed, sweet words come out of her mouth…was running around the kitchen with a wooden spoon whacking the flies to the best of her ability….she too was muttering a bit.
I have even heard multiple discussions about flies… everybody’s got them and they are worse this year than ever. I guess misery does love company…when it comes to flies.
It makes me think of a special, exceptionally bright friend reciting Ogden Nash poetry one evening….
The Fly
God in his wisdom made the fly
and then forgot to tell us why.
The End
