Morning walk, was on a section with a screen of pine trees between the street and a large parking lot. Red squirrel came down out of one of the trees and crossed the street away from me, but then started to pace me on the other side and eventually crossed back over in front of me to climb another tree and stop a few feet up. It then waited, watching me as I came on and passed. I think I was supposed to produce a peanut. Toll?
Air temperature 57 F, wind south about 4 mph, sunny. Yesterday's entertainment included a tree crew next door that we hired on the spot to also take down twinned Norway maples in our neighbor's yard (with her permission) that hung over the corner of our house. Now we have a bunch of pissed-off squirrels -- one of the trunks had a "drey" in the upper branches.
No new roadkill, no interesting metal birds, no new fall flowers. Both purple loosestrife and phragmites are setting seed in their war to the death for our wetlands and drainage ditches.
Ran into a detour out at the airport, down a side road that accesses the army guard helicopter base, thence to another road that skirted the perimeter wire. Hope that whoever monitors the CCTV system didn't ID me as Victor Charlie. Anyway, no blaring klaxons or claymores fired.
Got out on the bike, across town and back, did not die.
Air temperature 52 F, wind north about 4 mph, sunny. Now that the sun has bothered to get out of bed, that is. Trash out, early because the truck came early last week. Wanna bet it won't show up until afternoon this week?
(With all the critters in our neighborhood, I don't want to leave the bin out overnight.)
Here's one way to tell if a cake order was made over the phone:
Followed by a three hour tour?
[For the record, that joke makes me feel reeeeally old.]
John and I just sat here saying the words "our" and "are" ad nauseam. We sounded a lot like the seagulls in Finding Nemo: "Our? Are? Hour? R? Arr?"
Still, I take comfort in knowing you're all doing the exact same thing.
Now this one made us sound like the Count from Sesame Street. Which is to say, AWESOME. In fact, from now on, I'm always pronouncing "welcome" like "wheeel come."
Sometimes a cake makes you wonder about its back story...
...but the good news is Sam actually didn't give a flying crap.
And finally, here's a girl with a need for speed:
Yep. Rose really likes to put the petal to the medal.
Thanks to Rachel N., Sarah D., Scot N., Kelly R., F.F., & Jon A., who only caught that last line because they've had their coffee. Good work, guys.
*****
P.S. Now that we've gone over spelling, let's talk PUNCTUATION:
Air temperature 51 F, wind southwest about 4 mph, airport weather station reporting fog but clear sky on our side of town. Appointment this morning, walk or bike ride afternoon. We'll see if our mowing crew shows up this week -- we don't really need them, with the dry weather.
The complete four-year run of TinyZine, the tabletop roleplaying magazine from Gallant Knight Games that supports the streamlined minimalist TinyD6 rules system.
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