Thursday, July 26, 2012

Fodder For All Creatures

Farvel Cargo's Sue fussed at me for not posting and told me to go to Wally World to find blog fodder.   The last time I went to Wally World I encountered a nice cashier.  That's unusual and worthy of blog attention, right? All the greeters seem to be gone, though.  Their toothy or toothless grins and meaningless greetings don't make good fodder anyway.  Fortunately, at our local stores, they were not expected to be receipt/door Nazis.

My mother-in-law has downsized from a house to an apartment so I've been a little busy helping sort and move.  I've forgotten how much work moving can be even with professional movers doing the heavy work.   Cat wasn't much help although he investigated all the boxes.  I think he was looking for better humans.  He's told us that the current set is useless.

Our local gardens and grassy knolls have been invaded by grasshoppers.  Let's just call them locusts, 'K?  They have feasted on most of my plants and I've been swarmed by them while out on my bike.  They must have a craving for salt.  Please send giant chickens that can hold their own against the coyotes.  I'm tired of these critters.  

The vincas have survived the grasshoppers (so far) 
but the turtle may have plans for dinner.  
The liriope has not been so lucky.

I'm not tired of the deer, though.  Mama-Deer has two white-spotted babies.  Ahs.  So cute.  I wish they didn't like my plants so much. 

Mommy and babies looking for deer chow.  
Excuse the furry window screen.

We saw a wild turkey recently but Cat refused to help corral it so we could feed it grasshoppers.

The presence of the garden-ruining pests must be a sign of the end days.  Evil Twin is insisting we start on our anti-zombie/apocalypse shelter right away.  She keeps putting designs in strategic places around the house:  on the laptop, at my place at the table, in my car, on the toilet.  SHEESH! She is determined.


Excuse me.  That's better.  Now, what else has been going on?

Oh yeah.  It's hot here...just like everywhere else. 

Thank goodness the mother ship does not need me to navigate but I only made one mistake while driving to SMALL-TOWN-WITH-WINDY-ROADS yesterday.  I got to my destination but I'm not quick enough to realize that I could have corrected my mistake several times earlier than I did.  Sigh.  Sometimes I should just trust my instincts!

My instincts are telling me that I should sleep late on the weekend.  But again, I'm not listening.  I have a race Sunday morning.  I'll be up confusing the cat and heading out before Dawn cracks a smile.  It's a sprint triathlon with an outside pool swim, a nice bike course on country roads, and a somewhat shady running course.  It will still be hot, though.  Think rain!

I hope everyone is having a good summer.  Bring on the Olympics!     

Oh, and there must be cookies.

Geek fodder...and geek feet!

"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"