The back porch is a fine place to be this morning. The temperature is perfect, the sun is shining, the birds are singing. Around sunrise, I heard turkeys gobbling in the bottom behind the house.
About the time I heard the turkeys, I heard some thrashing around in the leaves at the edge of the gulley. I got up to look. The light was so dim I couldn't see very well, but I believe it was Jose, the armadillo.
Jose can thank his lucky stars for my intervention a couple of weeks ago. The Grandson came hurrying into the house and said he'd just seen the armadillo in the yard, and he asked if he could use the shotgun to off it. I said, "Well, let's think this through."
It was 8 p.m. The neighbors are accustomed to hearing gunfire after dark, but only after hearing distant hounds bray in pursuit of a raccoon (at which point some will think, Got 'im!). Nanny would be dialing our number within seconds of a blast from our yard.
"Plus," I said, "I'm not sure I want Jose offed." I told him about the fire ant nest built last summer against a stump at the edge of the yard, just down the hill from the shed under which the armadillo resides. The day after I discovered the nest, I discovered that something had dug into it. I poked it with a stick and didn't see ants boil out of it and concluded that Jose must've had a midnight snack. I applauded his work. I had intended to poison the ants but hated to do it because the stump is just up the hill from the pond where the frogs, turtles, and snakes live.
"So maybe we need to let him hang around. I'd rather have holes than fire ants in the yard and poison in the pond."
The Grandson whole-heartedly agreed. Jose lives on.
But I digress.
After such a pleasant early morning, things went downhill when I tried to pay a bill electronically. This happens EVERY MONTH, and it is NOT ME; it's the outfit's janky web site. I'm waiting on a voice call to straighten this out.
While waiting on that call, I accomplished a "round tuit" task. The Husband and I have agreed that we need to replace our bathroom tub with a big shower that will accommodate old persons with physical or mental issues. We're not there yet, but it's coming one day. There are a million things we'd rather do than live through a renovation, and so we haven't been exactly diligent in pursuit of someone to do the work. Today, I finally called somebody to come give us an estimate.
Go, me.
I had planned to go to the grocery store today, and maybe scope out the garden center, but I may have talked myself out of it.
Might make jewelry, instead.
I got the info for the local farmers market and fall festival. I'll have to be deciding soon whether to go for it. As of today, my inventory is such that if I sold every single piece on display, I might make enough to pay for one hobby store trip. Better get crackin'.
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