Would the City Girl Please Stand Up!?

There she is Ladies and Gentlemen, A city girl.

Yes, I had a city girl moment this week but thankfully none of the village folk noticed. I don't think.

So the other day I'm heading to the village and when Geoff realizes where I am going he asks me to pick up something for him at the hardware store. 

I can do that.

My moment started long before the hardware store. I forgot my purse at home. Drove that day without a license. Oops.

And a debit card. Alright, well scratch that off the list, and that too. Need a debit card for those.  

Guess Geoff's item will have to wait. But I can still get paint swatches for us to ponder over and vote on. 

Thankfully there were enough loonies in the van to get the load of laundry washed, the main purpose behind the trip in the first place. So while the washing machine did it's thing I headed to the Hardware Store.

Now I'm thinking this happened cause I was pretty sure by this time anyone who looked at me would be able to see that I was driving without a license. but whatever, I tried to act "normal" even though I was obviously lacking a purse and marched up to the store doors.

They didn't open. 

"What!? They are closed on a Wednesday morning?!?!"

I stepped back to check for an open or closed sign.

The OPEN sign was lit up.

I checked the hours.

Yep, they opened a couple hours ago.

I moved towards the doors again.

Nothing.

"Great, how was I to get their attention that the doors weren't working and I needed in!?"

Then the awareness swooped in like a flood and I was standing there with my city-girl showing.

The doors needed my help to open.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Years of automatic doors have dumbied me down to this....standing stupefied outside of a building with manual doors.  

Thankfully there wasn't the usual five-six people chatting by the front cash, Phew, I grabbed my swatches, and got out of there before anymore city-girl slipped out. Well, part of me is city-girl... I guess, there must be some red-neck in there too.......I mean, driving without a license?!

I'm not really sure who I am anymore. haha

Hopefully I'll grow into my farm-girl boots.

It was those actual-for-real, rubber boots that helped me figure out what direction to go.

I began to realize in Penetang, that I was happiest when I had my rubber boots on. That meant I was outside working in the dirt. 

For some reason, unknown to me, I really like soil. I like working with it, improving it, making compost for it, growing stuff in it.

As weird as it sounds getting my hands into the earth levels out my soul.

I guess you could say it grounds me.

It's good to be grounded. 

Especially after moments that find you lingering outside store doors unsure why they won't let you in.

Time to get back home and put on the rubber boots!!  :)