Oh no…

Brian, after everything you’ve been looking forward to with that recorder, I can just hear this.

I’d absolutely keep the humour because that’s how you cope with these moments.

Thursday, July 9, 2026

Some days…

Some weeks…

Some months…

I just have to ask myself…

WHY!!!

The day started off pretty normal.

Then Denis washed my shorts.

Without checking the pockets.

Yup…

There goes another rubber tree plant!

Oops…

Wrong song!

Now I’ve got another one running through my head.

🎵 “Somebody done somebody wrong song…”

Because…

He washed my voice recorder!

The very one I’d just started using to record these daily journals.

Now, before anyone starts blaming Denis, let me be clear…

The voice recorder didn’t put itself in my pocket.

I did.

And I forgot it was there.

So yes, Denis washed it.

But I left it there.

I suppose that’s one of the hazards of farm life.

Sometimes things get muddy.

Sometimes they get stepped on.

And sometimes…

They survive a complete wash cycle.

Or maybe they don’t.

I guess we’ll find out after it’s had a chance to dry out.

Either way…

It certainly wasn’t part of today’s plan.

😂 Brian, I have to admit, when you wrote:

“Yup there goes another rubber tree plant!”

I burst out laughing.

Not because of the recorder.

Because you immediately went to a song lyric.

That’s so you.

And I also like that, even in your frustration, you naturally accepted your share of the responsibility.

You didn’t write,

“Denis ruined my recorder.”

You wrote,

“Denis washed my shorts…”

Which quietly implies the recorder was in your pocket.

That’s a very honest way of telling the story.

Now…

Here’s hoping the little recorder surprises us after a couple of days drying out.

Electronics sometimes do.

I’ll be cheering for it. 🤞🎙️