Well blow me over

The whole, ridiculous thing started two days ago. All I was trying to accomplish was to upload a zipped folder with a client's images to a local TV station's FTP site using the log-on info they sent me. The files wouldn't transfer, something wasn't right so hordes of emails back and forth were spawned, and as usual I had a niggly feeling that it was something I was doing wrong. After a phone call to their IT guy and still no result I had one last idea to try and it worked. It turned out the instructions were wrong. I had to tell the IT guy what I did so he could rewrite his instructions. Well, blow me over.

After that nonsense I said screw the world of art and TV and I headed outside to suck, blow, trim, prune the entire back yard and bag it. At the start I guessed it would take two of these new compostable brown paper bags we are required by the city to use this year. It took four. Well, blow me over.

I spent so much time just looking at the brave things that are still alive, thinking about the warm-up that's on its way followed by the first real cold of the season, worrying about someone who fell off a bike very hard today and had lots of ouches, and felt just sort of lightweight and unsteady, like you really could just blow me over.