Last week I was in the dark digging around in my t-shirt drawer, and my hand landed on a shirt that was softer than the rest. I pulled it out and flipped on the light. It was my RDC T! I realized that I had only worn it a handful of times, so I made the commitment to wear it every day of my spring break. What a week it’s been!
Day One: Saturday night my husband, Greg, and I attended one of Bryan’s (He’s Home) shows at his Farmhouse Studio. It’s always a good time, but this night I discovered egg shakers, and Bryan called me up to the stage to play. Later I advanced to the tambourine. Was it the t-shirt that gave me rhythm? I don’t know for sure, but there is audio of me singing. The audio will remain locked in a vault, but I am happy to share this picture with my fans. I mean “fan.” (me)
Day Two: It’s hard being a rock star. I woke up with a sore throat and a sore leg (from the tambourine), but a quick glance at the weather report (rain tomorrow) was the signal I needed to get me up and moving. Armed with a shovel and compost material from my kitchen, I headed to the compost pile to do some turning. It was cloudy, but the temperature was perfect for my RDC T. I wondered how I was going to do everything I wanted to do today. Then I got a call. A parent of one of my 7th grade students called to see if they could come out to see the goats. The dad chatted with Greg as he worked on the barn, and the mom and three boys were eager to brush and pamper the horses. The boys left covered in dirt from corn stalk wars and if I was covered in dirt, you’d never know it. My RDC T is brown. Perfect.
Day Three: It was cold and rainy, but I was multi-tasking. The rain was drenching my compost pile and I was getting my car serviced. I had chocolate meringue pie for dinner. It melted in my mouth. How did Mrs. Wagner know that my mind and body deserved that melt-in-your-mouth pie and coffee? My RDC T was hidden under a sweater. She must have had x-ray eyes.
Day Four: Three girls (okay, four if you count my dog, Mae) and two sets of mattresses made for a nice day and lunch at the local diner. My RDC T and I were happy to give away a queen mattress to our friend Katherine. She and her mom brought their full size mattress to exchange and bought us lunch. I saw even more friends later! I didn’t let the cold tempt me from not wearing my RDC T. It looks great with an orange long-sleeved shirt underneath!
Day Five: I woke up to my phone ringing off the hook. (Can we still use that description even though our phones don’t have hooks?) My husband’s work truck broke down and he needed help. I’m sure I don’t need to mention that he was not wearing an RDC T. He doesn’t even own one. Sorry, honey. Mae and I are on our way to help you. We burned leaves when we got home. Ahhh! My RDC T is really smelling great now.
Day Six: I got an early start with a little leaf-burning activity. Too much wind and no fire hydrant close by put a halt to that activity quickly. On to getting my pots ready for planting. Mae and I took the wheel barrow and a shovel down to the compost pile and brought a load to the garden. We participated in what I like to call “The Dirt Exchange” program, and mixed the old dirt from the pots with some of the good composted dirt and refilled the pots. I’m pondering what to plant. Greg got home early from work, so together we loaded the trailer with the junk that had been accumulating in the corner of the pasture. A warning from Mae let me know there was something underneath the pile of metal. Two rats…but no snakes. Snakes must be scared of RDC t-shirts. I’m so glad.
Day Seven: It’s shorts weather and I am armed with a Scripto lighter to take care of one last burn pile. The wind is a little higher than I like, so I find a comfy spot on the broken swing to monitor the blaze. You will never guess who called me to tell me he was in a broken down vehicle. Yep. My hubby’s truck (same husband, different truck) broke down and he needed me…..again. I couldn’t leave my fire just yet, so he had to wait a while. I surprised him with a Sonic Butterfinger Blast to cheer him up. I was already happy. I was wearing shorts and an RDC T, but I bought a Blast for myself anyway.
Day Eight: We’ve made it to another Saturday. A quick run to the lumber yard and we are ready to tackle today’s projects. We got a sandwich from the Mennonite bakery and found out that we’d missed a breakfast fundraiser there this morning. Luckily, they still had home made donuts for us. I split up a dozen to give to friends and set aside a few for breakfast tomorrow. Greg’s trying to get doors on the barn. I have decided to work on my garden. It’s another good day for an RDC T.
Day Nine: I usually don’t eat donuts, but these are irresistible. I justify eating the donuts by thinking that I’m going to need carbs while working outside today in this eighty degree weather. Luckily, I chose to wear a tank top underneath my RDC T because this shirt is coming off for the rest of the day. Wow! It even looks good hanging on the fence!
Have you had any great adventures in your RDC T? We’d like to hear about them! If you haven’t gotten your very own RDC T yet, it’s not too late. I plan on buying one for my husband. Maybe it will prevent his trucks from breaking down.
“I have to go back to my real job, honey. I won’t be able to pick you up tomorrow. Just sayin’.”