Gladys

Twas the night before the next day, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a...


Wait a minute! Mom was stirring. Mom was scurrying. Mom was hurrying to get the house and bags and kids and food and stuff ready for the next day.


The broom was flying, and Mom was a blur putting to rights the rooms whose contents had been flung.


My kids can't understand why I need them to go to bed looooooong before I do. That time at night is a sanity saver if I can get it.


 

The portion above is what I wrote last night and didn't finish the post.


To continue on the same train of thought, I am just now finished with the sit-down work I needed to finish for the day for real estate. It's 11:52 p.m., and I got home at 7:30 after all the showings I had.


My first coff of cuppee happened around 5:00 this afternoon. It was just the sort of day in which I hit the floor running, and ran until I almost hit the floor.


Most days don't require late hours like this. Today was just special, I guess.


 

I met Gladys this week. Gladys is the neighborhood snoop and police force, the self-appointed, self-anointed enforcer of the rules. She makes absolutely certain that everybody else is coloring in the lines.


The real-life namesake lives a few doors down from some people I know.


My Gladys came charging out after I transgressed upon the property of another, as she saw it, while I was showing a parcel of land. I kept the peace with her so I wouldn't be ruining my clients' neighbor relations should they buy that property, but made a mental note of Gladys.


"All people give joy: some by coming and some by going." Meeting Gladys, the neighborhood ray of sunshine, reminded me of this favorite quote of mine, the originator of which is unknown to me.