Bye bye buzzy
They are gone. The wasps. We had blasted the nest with nasty stuff, and waited through the first signs of winter, but there was still doubts. Today, with a paint scraper and a compost bag, I moved whatever was still there out to the bin, just before the bin buggy went by. Done.
I still need to move the deck furniture under the deck. Probably fifteen minutes of grumbling. Want everything away before the next stretch of storm weather. This weekend… first time I have read a weather forecast that let me know about imminent power outages. We are living in a different world.
The “clean out the garage” is on the radar screen. We have never used a garage to store a car, but it has allowed me to keep all those books I will never read again in a climate controlled room. What if, and I am just spitballing here, we used the garage for something more traditional? We shall see.
On TV. One of the iterations of S_Trek. I don’t follow the series (plural), but I do recognize “warp speed” and “scanners” for their cultural validity. If anyone stops by, and claims they are going where no man has gone before, I won’t jump to the conclusion that this means anything reality based.
And with that, I should go and “do” my language exercises. Morning has broken, and winter is coming. I’ll try to vanquish the ear worms, get my verbs in order and then prepare for the evening. Find a newer weather forecast. Pet the dog. Pretend to have a normal life.
