Who really cares. It contained entirely too much snow. Sweetums was not happy. I was ready to shoot him and put him out of my misery. I haven’t seen my children since Christmas. Every time I make plans, there’s snow. I do not like snow. It is very difficult for me to get around. My son lives in a row house on a narrow side street. There isn’t any room for piling snow. I really need to see him. He has a mortgage now and panics just like his Father. He wants my help with his taxes. I just hope he finds a calm wife before I turn senile. He’s going to need someone. For now, barring any snow, I’m going on Wednesday. The only time that I can remember snow in April was my fifth birthday party. And I am older than dirt, don’t you know.
Nesting goose
The house really looks good. I want to thank my daughter for finding good people to do the job. The pompom tree on the side yard is very overgrown, but it completely hides the idiot’s porch next door. I’m afraid I’m going to have to call the county on him again. The hydrangea on that side don’t look very good. They aren’t getting much sun. I think I’ll have them moved to the front this fall. It’s looking a little bare since I had the big holly tree removed.
I was standing on the front porch when I saw a small pile of tiny black pellets by one of the shutters. I slowly pulled it back and there was the bat. I slowly closed it and got my camera. See? He’s smiling just for me. I think we’ve always had bats in our attic. For a few weeks in the fall and spring, they’d be coming in as I was leaving for work. I liked to watch them trying to get into the tiny slot. I missed the train more than once. Bats are so cool! Whenever we go to the DC zoo, I always go to the bat house.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 