The tortoise has emerged from its hiding place, and it's a sign that spring is far from here. The cold rain continues to fall outside, but the rapid overnight thaw has brought the unwanted visitor into our lives. Our slow-moving friend was last spotted wallowing in his usual spot under the sofa, where he remains for months on end.
The arrival of the tortoise is not an isolated incident; it's a harbinger of spring, which brings with it the familiar sounds and smells of warmer weather. As we settle into this new season, so too do the dung men, who ring our doorbell with their bi-annual offerings of farmyard manure.
These vendors are an enigma, with one of them preferring to keep a low profile while his companion regales us with tales of his ailments and personal life. We prefer to deal with him directly, as it allows for some much-needed human interaction amidst the chaos of spring. However, our wife has taken a more hands-off approach, relying on our ringing her to alert her to these unexpected visitors.
The meeting with the manure men was a routine one, with us offering them tea and engaging in small talk about life's ups and downs. But as we delved deeper into conversation, it became clear that the real story lies not with us, but with their vendor – who seems to be having a rough time, battling illness and undergoing tests.
As the meeting drew to a close, our wife returned home, only to be greeted by an update from us about the vendor's latest struggles. The conversation was laced with humor, as we reflected on his well-documented health issues, including the recent diagnosis of the same ailment that has kept him in and out of hospital all summer.
The meeting itself had been a brief respite from the usual chaos, but one that ultimately served as a reminder that even amidst the tranquility of our home, life continues to ebb and flow with its own rhythm. The price tag for this tranquility? A hefty sum that we've yet to discuss – still too soon, it seems.
The arrival of the tortoise is not an isolated incident; it's a harbinger of spring, which brings with it the familiar sounds and smells of warmer weather. As we settle into this new season, so too do the dung men, who ring our doorbell with their bi-annual offerings of farmyard manure.
These vendors are an enigma, with one of them preferring to keep a low profile while his companion regales us with tales of his ailments and personal life. We prefer to deal with him directly, as it allows for some much-needed human interaction amidst the chaos of spring. However, our wife has taken a more hands-off approach, relying on our ringing her to alert her to these unexpected visitors.
The meeting with the manure men was a routine one, with us offering them tea and engaging in small talk about life's ups and downs. But as we delved deeper into conversation, it became clear that the real story lies not with us, but with their vendor – who seems to be having a rough time, battling illness and undergoing tests.
As the meeting drew to a close, our wife returned home, only to be greeted by an update from us about the vendor's latest struggles. The conversation was laced with humor, as we reflected on his well-documented health issues, including the recent diagnosis of the same ailment that has kept him in and out of hospital all summer.
The meeting itself had been a brief respite from the usual chaos, but one that ultimately served as a reminder that even amidst the tranquility of our home, life continues to ebb and flow with its own rhythm. The price tag for this tranquility? A hefty sum that we've yet to discuss – still too soon, it seems.
i mean we paid good money for that poop so idk if its worth it but at least the convo was nice tho btw i had to look up what tortoises do cuz my kid asked me & im like yeah they just chill under couches all day lol
, but I gotta say, it's a bit of a mixed bag, you know? On one hand, it's like, spring is coming, and all that jazz, so I guess it's cool 
. But on the other hand, who wants to deal with those dung men again? 
I mean, I get that they're a thing in this season, but can't we just have a little break from their...ahem...offerings? 
And seriously, how much are these bi-annual visits gonna set us back? 
Like, is it really worth all the chat and the drama with their vendor's health issues? 
I'm not saying no way, but like, can't we just sit this one out for a bit? 
! Like, I know tortoises are supposed to be all about taking their time, but can't they just make up their minds already? One day it's cold and rainy outside, the next it's suddenly warm enough for them to come out from under the sofa. Give me a break! And don't even get me started on these manure men... who needs that kind of drama in our lives? 
and I'm pretty sure the only thing that's warming up around here is my wallet 
those "dung men" are back for another round of bi-annual visits and let's be real who actually looks forward to getting manure delivered to their doorstep? 
The weird thing is, I kinda feel like that vendor's struggles are a reflection of our own...
are like the awkward relatives who show up uninvited but somehow bring life to the party 
... seriously though, i feel bad for them, especially their vendor friend 
he's gotta deal with health issues on top of selling poop all day gross 
but hey, at least they're bringing some much-needed human interaction into our lives 
and who knows, maybe the bi-annual visits will become a regular thing if we're feeling generous 
Like can't they just stay in the wild like everyone else? Our manure men are the real MVPs though, at least they bring some excitement and humor into our lives. 
But for real, how much is too much of a good thing? I'm not sure my wife's hands off approach to dealing with these unexpected visitors is going to cut it come bi-annual time... maybe we'll have to shell out the cash (get it?) to avoid any awkwardness 
And on top of that, the poor vendor is struggling with his health and they're making a living off it? It's like, what kind of system allows this to happen? We need to start questioning why our vendors are being taken advantage of while he's dealing with serious health issues. Shouldn't we be focusing on supporting him rather than just getting our manure for cheap? 
it's weird how ppl react differently to them, some ppl talk 2 'em while others dont... what's the diff? is it cuz some ppl r more chill about health issues than others? idk
i mean, one day it's freezing and the next it's like "oh yeah, warm weather is coming"... meanwhile, back here, my plant is still stuck in winter mode 
. But at the same time, I do feel for this poor vendor who's going through tough times 
. It's all a bit suspicious, don't you think? 
