a few lessons learned in the past few days.
if you see a doctor walk into the office carrying these:with a little jar of acid to take care of this:it is ok to do this:and go a little limp in my arms as bird did this morning.
upon seeing her terrified face, the doctor realized what it looked like and explained that the channel locks were for opening the bottle of acid, not her foot.
“mom, jasper keeps meowing so i checked on him and he has a dead mouse in the house.” keats woke me up at 1 am to tell me.
upon looking at the carcass before me, i remembered that the last rodent my cat brought to me ‘dead’ suddenly jumped to life and ran.i did not want history to repeat itself, nor did i feel like chasing a mouse around the house at 1 am.
i will admit that when i poked it, i was nervous, really nervous.
i threw a towel over it to see if it would start moving under it,
i put a bag over it, then watched for any movement,
finally, getting my courage together, i picked it up and threw it away.
my fearless waker was nowhere to be found.
he remembered the resurrection of the previous mouse and was safely in his room with his door shut tight.
bird and chicka picked some green beans from the garden for me.
they wanted to clean the beans ‘just like the olden days’
this is what i came down to see as their version of the ‘olden days’:evidently the ‘olden days’ involved nicely dressed ladies who were lushes.