I'm Done

  That's it.  I am done "peopling" for the day and perhaps the rest of the week.  I have had enough of the whining, complaining and just downright foolishness of folks.   So, I am done peopling.   I have had enough of people.  When this happens, I turn to my critter friends.  It has long been evident that I have more critter friends than I do people friends so it is only natural that I seek refuge with them when I wish to escape from the human drama that fills the world.

  The day started with phone call after phone call from folks wanting to fill my head with their craziness, to cry on my shoulder or just whine about whatever was irritating them at the moment.  Instead of taking a proactive approach to problems, it seems to be the general consensus that whining is the best route.  Nope...never has been...never will be...so shut up.  This kept on until about 3pm.  During this whole time, I was trying to stain more boards for the living room.  The interruptions kept that work at a slow pace.  I was getting nowhere fast so I made a hasty retreat to my peaceful place...the pier. 

  Here, I found myself spilling my gut to the old dog, Mr. PJ.  It seems that, although folks find my shoulders big enough to carry their problems, not one cares to listen to mine (which, by the way, is only one and that is people in general.).  The dog stared at me with his big, brown eyes and thumped his tail on the pier boards.  All was good, until the thumping stopped and I noticed he had drowsed off into dreamland.  Well!  I guess I am boring, at that!  Looking around, I noticed Moe, the heron, had come to hear my story (or grab a handout...most likely) so I continued my woeful tale.  The bird listened intently but kept one eye on the bait bucket.  Ten minutes later, I felt better, the dog napped peacefully and the heron had his belly full of little mullet.  We had each succeeded in doing exactly what was needed.

  About that "peopling" thing....a sweet niece came to the Bayou the other day and made mention of the phrase.  The word stuck since it was so appropriate for my situation.  Not many folks can go days on end without communicating with other people.  I cannot go days on end communicating WITH them. I cherish my solitude down here on the Bayou away from the frenetic happenings of the world.  I prefer the quiet which could account for my preference of critters over people.  They listen, do not give unwanted advice and appreciate whatever is offered but never demand anything.  Yep, those are my kinds of friends.  So...take it as a warning....I am done peopling for the rest of the week!