Establish a new beach head elsewhere
Ignore the worm; get up early enough, you can get the squirrel. Or two. I made double the usual number of “transports” this morning, before coffee.
Not much else you can do with them… either accept that the rodents rule the roost, and keep feeding, or take the time to establish a new beach head elsewhere. Near the beach, for example. I’m beginning to accept that this job will be necessary until I either give up or pass the responsibility on to someone else.
There was a community occasion this afternoon, and since they needed a photographer I stayed home with the dog. Sounds like another abdication of roles, but there were other things to get done. Upgrade the GPS. Upgrade the weather computer (that’s in progress, as I wait). Try to convince my sister that she should invest in real estate. Once she realized that I wasn’t offering to bankroll the affair, her interest diminished perceptibly.
Later in the day, I had reason to introduce some young talent to the wonders of real percussion. Rough, in the absence of rhythm. From my point of view, it was either that, or sit holding the dog while the doors to the outside world opened and closed unexpectedly. Someday, they’ll remember when they went and played on the drums of the old man from up the road.
Guess I should accept the inevitable. With age comes great responsibility, etc. And sometimes young mothers need a break. In return, our cabbages have been inspected, and the rest of the garden received a stamp of approval.
