Thursday, April 28, 2011
I have a headache that could pull a bus.
There is still a little snowbank across the street.
I did not have to rise before dawn yesterday to make a fire, for the first time this year.
I still rose before dawn.
There is a dead skunk in the middle of the road, stinkin' to high heaven.
My wife and I are sad for the dead skunk, for he was jolly and waddled through the yard and gave no offense.
A window is open for the first time this year.
There is a battered and rusted farm-ish ventilator installed at the crown of my roof, and it shrieks as it spins when the wind blows hard, but sounds like a calliope sometimes.
I can't get at the ventilator with any ladders and staging I possess.
If my neighbors didn't like me, they'd kill me over the ventilator.
Momo the cat sat on one mole while he killed another in Lloyd's yard.
There is a 175 foot drainage pipe that goes under the street out front and travels beneath a good portion of my yard, then ends in the rear of my house in the rock garden, and the neighborhood cats, including mine, use it for a subway.
There is a hardwood tree some call a linden outside my window; it grows like a weed and looks sturdy enough, but you can cut a branch off it the thickness of your wrist using only a nippers.
A neighbor lady lectured me about various species of wood the other day in a neighborly way, and I found it amusing and pleasant.
If she had known what she was talking about it wouldn't have been nearly as pleasant.