A collection of events from the week that was.
Saving wildlife – This seemed to be a week focused on critters. A bird got between the screen and the window in our music room and couldn’t get out. Not surprisingly, one-eyed cat Morgan found it and terrorized it from the inside until we heard the racket. It required cutting the screen from the outside to free the bird that had entered through a very small screen tear. How do they find those little entrances? Morgan was sad to see her buddy fly off but in the process she trashed the blind and put slobber marks all over the window. What a cat! Ironically her buddy was a catbird.
More on wildlife – It appears that one of our frogs is a bullfrog. They are huge and sound like a bull moose in full heat. It’s not an alpha frog and I feel sorry for it as my big male green frog keeps trying to mount it. She’s (I’m thinking it’s a female or else we have a gay male frog) not having that. I have heard of interracial marriage but this seems to be a bit over the top.
Owwwweeee! — For the first time in many years, I got a really bad pizza burn. Don’t you hate those pizza shops that take a cold slice of pizza; stick it in the oven; then everyone leaves while your slice heats up to over 600 degrees. Now you have to sit there for another 15 minutes while it cools. We all know I’m not a patient person so shazzam! I ate mush all week. I have found that rice is wonderful.
What were we thinking? – We bought a spruce tree to replace some Douglas firs that were diseased. The beloved husband wanted the large 8 footer which came with a 400 pound root ball. Of course we can do this??? They deliver it next to the hole. Roll it in, easy peasy. Wrong! It flopped in the hole at an angle and we had a helluva time getting it straight. The best line of the event was (and there always is one), “It looked smaller at the garden center.” Sheesh!
Such a deal I have for you! — This weekend is traditionally garage sale weekend in our area. That means that it’s difficult to drive anywhere residential. People who go to these things drive erratically as they try to gauge the merchandise sometimes ending up on the sidewalk. They park at strange places and at odd angles. I rolled my eyes at these “money-makers” until the beloved husband had one at his last house prior to marrying a person with all the perfect stuff (that would be me!). He did well. It would have kept me in mocha lattes for two months. Wahoo!