Me, trying to do some math and anticipate where the pickets need to go. I left a small gap so that I could slip back and forth (and oh boy, did I do a lot of bending up and down today). But as I got closer to our back deck, I started to use the painted pickets.
Looking into the corner. Can you tell I started to run out of insulation?
I dislike killing things, even insects that are in the house. I’m happy to say that I was able to trap this guy in some tupperware and safely transported him back out to the backyard (he made an awful ruckus when I first captured him, but eventually calmed down).
“‘Round here, we’re carving out our names
‘Round here, we all look the same
‘Round here, we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
‘Round here, she’s slipping through my hands”
There’s a part of me that always knew this would happen, that it was a matter of time. But another part of me wanted to see how far this bird could fly. To see just how much larger the wisteria could grow. And if, perhaps, it could have made it across the street.
There was an older woman who was sitting next to me. And I couldn’t help myself – I leaned over, and asked if she noticed the penguin.
At first, she looked at me with apprehension (which honestly, makes total sense). And then she seemed puzzle, because of course she could see there was this giant photograph of penguins on the wall. But then she immediately softened, smiled, and said that she too had spotted the miniature version, balanced on the frame.
The thing that caught my eye though? The regular security car had a dent in the side of it.
This got me wondering: if I see security vehicles out in the world, would it give me more or less comfort seeing dents on those vehicles? Does a dent imply that it’s seen (and survived) some serious action?
Normally, Liz and I tend to leave in the late morning to trek home to Chicago. But today, we decided to stay a little longer – not rush right out the door, and just hang out a bit more.
A pretty lazy day, today. We milled about the house, and mostly took the morning and early afternoon very, very slowly.
Late in the evening, we were having drinks and hanging out in the living room (one of the neighbors [Jill] stopped by to join us). Someone mentioned ice cream, and on a whim… Liz and I decided to rush out to the White Duck before they closed.
Travel day, from Chicago to Whitehall. It’s not quite a big Thanksgiving trip, more of a quick weekend visit to try to spend time with the kids before they head off to college.
Everything’s been put back together and fixed up. And some newer additions (I say new, but it’s a mix of new and old): a new mail slot, new/old hardware, and a new lock.
It’s silly but Liz and I have been ridiculously happy with how easily our temp door opens and closes. Looking forward to the real thing.
I’m throwing out Wild Kingdom as a reference, but I wonder how many folks seeing this actually remember the show. I have a fuzzy recollection of it in the early 80’s, back when Mutual of Omaha was a sponsor (and part of the show’s title).
While we were in the backyard, I felt this vise grip on my arm. It was Liz, who whispered to me that there was the smallest, tiniest little bunny nugget by our arbor.