mischief

I talked to Jdawg last night.  I called because I had been procrastinating and looked up information on nematodes as a biological control for fleas.  I was right, and it could possibly work for his problem controlling Dog’s fleas if the soil moisture is constant enough.  The nematodes used as flea control are a different species or type than the ones that bite plants, people and furry woodland critters.  It was a pleasant enough conversation, although I had butterflies in my tummy during the entire thing.  On my way to class this morning, I noticed his car parked outside my place.  He didn’t use my lot Friday for whatever reason, but it was there today.  His jeep still had its doors off, so I jumped inside and made a post-it smiley face on the steering wheel.  I probably shouldn’t have, but I was feeling extra mischievous this morning.  In this instance doors would be highly useful for keeping people/things, like mischievous women, out.  I can’t help but think of surprises I’d like to do for him even though I’m trying to just be friend-like.  I pick things up and secretly plot to put them in his pockets next time I encounter him.  Most of the time I just put them in some jar or container and add it to my junk collection, but the thought always crosses me mind.  Since I feel that the universe controls things that I can't,  I’ve given my feelings up to the universe to decide what to do.  My feelings will either fade, or something new will arise.  After all, nothing is permanent and life is a dynamic, evolving experiment.  Maybe I’ll get unexpected results from this new approach.  At the very least, I simply won’t think about it anymore.  At this point, either result would be welcomed.