Pardon the sketchy details
This morning, something happened, here. I don’t have all the salient facts, but I’m going to try to outline the tale. It all happened early; long before my first coffee, and I was witness to none of it, so pardon the sketchy details.
A fox arrived at the front door. Well, not at the door but within camera range. While photos were sought, a black and white cat also came along. Up to this point the dog (and I) were blissfully unaware, but then a car arrived in the lane; here to pick up a box that was storing precious artefacts in the garage. Those are carefully arrayed on top of the freezer, now. The dog became frantic, which summoned me from a deep sleep. Again, I missed all of this, but the dog has been extremely nervous all day, alternating between ghost barking and checking out the window.
When we lived in the city, there were no such distractions.Sure, we had traffic, and strangers in the area, but it remained below the attention threshold. And tomorrow, life will probably return to a state which is best described as bucolic. I think the catalyst is the fox.
The post office continues to play “catch up”. Today an announcement that parcel delivery will be underway, seven days a week through until the holidays. Now, I’m waiting on minor arrivals, but until the surge passes, I can’t even contact the senders requesting refund or resend. I’m forced into patience. Among my “still not here” items: a wall calendar and a bike meter (to go with that calendar). Maybe 2019 will be delayed.
