the squirrel
When Does Feminine Mystique Become Crazy Old Lady?
This week went well. Whacked my hand as I was leaving for work on the door frame like I forgot it was bloody attached. Plus, it has rained so much this week (had to go back and edit that since, it ain’t done yet, apparently) that all the aches became pains, and they joined forces […]
MoreI Was Trumped By A Squirrel
Not that I’m at all surprised, and while I would not go so far as to say I ‘hate’ him (as I now see quite plainly it is a he, as you too can see), I do have a strong loathing. I expected this. I did. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ And it was all my fault, I accept […]
MoreTree Rats And Other Nonsense
Watching the Cardinals enjoy the sunflower seed from the feeder outside my window is one of those simple pleasures. Their morning song awakens the dawn and throughout the day they are joined by sparrows, Nuthatches and that annoying squirrel balancing in mid-air on one leg, attached to this small 1-inch diameter Maple sapling, and so […]
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