Truly this puts me over the edge. And it's a little thing in life, I know it is. I do.
Why when I use a hose does it insist on coiling unto itself ? Kinking in to that dreaded "V" shape? Making me walk aaaall the way back to it,(usually a distance of a whole 6 or 7 feet) just so I can undo the snarled mess and resume the flower shower. It huffs me out everytime because I feel that the hose is being sooooo unreasonable but yet predictable.
I think that if I was watering the Guggenheim, that notably round-ish building,the nasty hose would wind itself around a steely New York blade of grass just to laugh at me. And taunt me. And make me feel bad for TOTALLY losing my temper and yelling at it. The hose, not the museum.
I guess if I write about this it's freeing in a way and I won't be so troubled next time I have to give my plants a drink. I'm trying, really, not to yell at the hose anymore. It frightens the dogs so.
Was that a rumble of thunder I just heard?
