New tags on the tags
The discovery of a body in the RV should have been treated differently, I suppose. However, one tiny mouse does not mean an invasion. We installed odd little ultrasonic devices, back in the spring, and I’m going to assume that a) he found his way in and b) couldn’t find a return route. See; problem solved. The noise probably killed him.
Meanwhile, the road tax has been acquitted, on our vehicles. As proof, I took the time to remove the old stickers and replace (them) with the shiny, new ones that don’t expire for another year. License plates are something that have been required for more than a century, but I’m still not used to paying (over and over again) for the privilege.
We’re back to “good weather”, which means that the motorcycle parade is underway. Fall run. Getting in the last licks before winterization. At least, they seem to find the other way home. Imagine if I lived on a dead end road!
There’s also been an uptick in the number of jays hanging around. I’m OK with the feeder fights, but when one decides to play at the woodpecker game, in the eavestrough.
There, my day in a nutshell. If it wasn’t for these moments of composition, the chance of differentiation (one day to the next) would fade away. I’ve given up on the calendar. Was this how our ancestors handled time? Seasons? Birthdays? Not enough data.
According to my news feed, people are preparing for “the long cold winter of the pandemic” by installing home gyms. Not me. My PE days ended, decades ago.
