At Some Point You’ll See Me In My Pajamas
At some point you’ll see me in my pajamas and the real takeaway is that you should be glad I at least have clothes on.
Sometimes the farming life dictates that you run outside in whatever you happen to have on. If that event occurs on a day that you planned to sleep in (I made it to 6 am! WOOO!), then there are good odds of you running outside in your Homer Simpson fleece pajama bottoms and a circa 1997 “Ordinary People Doing Ordinary Things” business retreat t-shirt with more holes in it than a sieve.
And so it was this morning when the sunrise swept over the vineyards with a deep pink glow. I grabbed my camera and dashed outside. Scanning the view, something caught my eye. Three big adult coyotes by the bird coops! Okay, so, first, I only like coyotes when they are NOT on my property. It’s conditional love with very hard and fast conditions. At that moment I did not love them. They saw me and ambled away into the vineyards. Once they crossed the line from being loathed to loved, I attempted to take photos. Of course, I had the wrong lens. The lens you use for a sweeping panorama is worthless for coyote portraits.
Then, I heard another noise behind me. I bristled and turned, expecting a fourth coyote.
It was worse. Way worse. It was my neighbor and I’m going to be completely honest here: there are good neighbors and there are not. She’s in the “not” category. But there she was, out feeding her critters.
I froze, then looked for a place to hide my shame. It was 8 am and I still hadn’t dressed myself. The horror. With no place to hide I resigned to my fate and decided instead to just own it. Hell yeah, my hair was a mess. Hell yeah, my pajamas look like recent retrievals from a dumpster. And, hell yeah I was out there with my camera like some kind of social media influencer wannabe.
She didn’t seem to know I was out there. That’s when I noticed her outfit. Nothing near as awesome as Homer Simpson fleece bottoms, but she definitely was wearing pajama bottoms.
Seriously, pajama bottoms, a Carhartt, and rubber boots.
What is THAT about?!