I had many experiences yesterday that reminded me I’m not in Maryland. First thing in the morning I was attacked by a fuzzy skeleton named Pfennig. I was trying to sleep just a little longer, but she kept getting right up in my face and meowing and then putting her butt on me. It was very effective. I got up and gave her some food.
The next odd incident was a trip to the dump. Sanitation is completely privately run here in Nebraska… even the landfill. My trip to the Milford Landfill was different than any trip to the dump I’ve ever made in Maryland. The workers didn’t scold me for some imaginary rule I had broken. In fact, they were very friendly and helpful. I honestly didn’t know how to react to them. I just kept saying “Thank you” a lot.
And I got a haircut. I went to Doreen. She is unlike anything we have in Maryland. Thanks for the great haircut, Doreen!