I should beg your pardon for the vulgar language in my
previous post.
You see, I had come in from a long day of working in the
yard, had showered and changed clothes, and had about 30 minutes to kill until
time to meet some relatives for dinner, so I sat down to chronicle that day’s
accomplishments and write out my “to do” list for the next day. I’d finished a long post – my usual whiny
bull – and somewhere between the finish and the upload, I lost the whole
thing. (Query: How does one manage to LOSE things in this
golden age of computers?)
Anyway, the thought of re-writing all that garbage was more
than I could bear. So I condensed it
down to a few essential thoughts. Hence,
the crude language.
I apologize.
Like you give a sh*t.
;)
I didn’t plan much yard activity for this past weekend. The Husband has a sinus infection, and you
know how men are when they’re sick. :-\ So I thought we’d just take it easy, sit
around, and maybe think up things to do NEXT
weekend. We even ran the grandchildren
off, thinking he’d feel too badly to fool with them. However, he went to the doctor on Friday afternoon
and got a prescription for antibiotics and a steroid, and after that second
dose on Saturday morning, he suddenly turned into Norm Abrams. Caught him wearing a toolbelt, and
everything. We installed some vinyl on
the boards that go around the top of the back porch (that thing has a name, but
I don’t know what it is). He worked on
the lawnmower, got it running, mowed Nanny’s yard. Gloria and I tilled up a trench along the
length of the driveway and the front sidewalk, and I planted daffodils in
it. Did some raking. Washed off the front porch.
Too bad he runs out of steroids before next weekend. ;)
We are battling a critter.
It’s eating my lettuce and broccoli plants. Past tense.
Has already eaten. The Husband
came home from Nanny’s with a live trap, and set it beside the bed that used to
have lettuce in it. Baited it with fresh
sliced squash. Apparently, the critter
doesn’t like fresh sliced squash, or maybe he just remembers that he’s already
eaten everything over there. In any
case, the trap has not been sprung. We’ve
discussed what we are going to do if the critter turns out to be a skunk; there
seems to be no easy way out of that predicament. A bunny, a raccoon, or a ‘possum, we might
relocate, or maybe even try to critter-proof the bed. But if it’s an armadillo (as we suspect), it’s
toast. See ya.
Wasps are invading my back porch sanctuary. We kill several out here every day. Have I told you that I am terrified of
wasps? Ten minutes ago, I nearly broke my
ankle trying to get away from one that kept coming close to my chair and had to be dispatched. I tried to whack him with the flyswatter, but
missed, and he went on the offensive and came at me. I got away unscathed, except for knocking my
ankle on the rocker, and then I tuned him up with some wasp spray. Now I see another one flying above the
rafters. If he lands anywhere within a
27-foot radius (according to this can), I’ve got a little something for him.
