Newer fields and forests
We like to think that we have a thoroughly modern household. Tasks are shared, albeit not always equally. Think of it as an evolution, or a learning process. There are so many individual responsibilities in keeping a house “up” as they used to say, particularly in the absence of servants (a Downton flashback, triggered by theme music from another TV series, sharing the same composer).
Our latest project has been the Deportation, to newer fields and forests, of “our” squirrels. A baker’s dozen, so far, and I doubt we’re through. After all, each case is handled individually. I had the final transport, this evening. By my calculation, two watercourses away, which means that the first returnee may be here by mid-summer. I hope not. Upon arrival, I placed the “transporter” on the ground near the trees, and lifted the egress hatch. A blur of motion: no time wasted on fond farewells.
And now I’m home, with a dish of Jelly Bellies, brought back from the other road trip. I checked the price via mail order; less than paying the “flink fee”, but without the attendant occasion to eat fast food fast. It’s been a year since my last excursion. Far too healthy.
Found some more of the mislaid cables, this afternoon. With a bit of judicious soldering, I should be able to put a) a straight key, b) my Vibroplex and c) a set of paddles on the table beside the transceiver, real soon now. Not proof that I’m going to actually contact anyone, but in their absence, it was an impossibility.
