My tireless squirrel chaser |
I threw myself a
party today—a pity party. My annoying cold turned into misery in the middle of
last night, and, after sleepless hours and wild dreams when I slept, I woke exhausted.
Jordan and I were going with neighbor Mary to explore the HEB superstore in nearby
Hudson Oaks this morning, but I cancelled. I didn’t have the oomph to do it.
That trip has
become almost a joke. The first time we were to go, Mary was sick; then Jordan
was sick; so today I said it was my turn! We will try to go Tuesday; pray God I
feel better. I don’t feel bad, but I don’t feel good—ever been there?
Sophie, on the
other hand, had a delightful morning. The squirrel population in our yard quadrupled
overnight—they were everywhere, in the trees, on the roofs, darting here and
there. Sophie could not contain herself. At first, I thought it was fine
because she was working off energy, but that shrill barking became annoying
even to me and I had no doubt what the neighbors thought.
Jordan and I both
tried several times to lure her inside with cheese, usually a surefire
solution, but she absolutely ignored us. I’m not sure she even heard us. In the
late morning, I noticed her slowing down, lying on the grass to stare at the
squirrels. At some point, she snuck into Jordan’s house and drank two bowls of
water—which explains why she didn’t come to the cottage for water. That’s one
way I often capture her.
Her morning workout
was so strenuous that the sidewalk in the back yard is covered with muddy
prints, and when she finally came in—after lunch—she panted heavily for a good
twenty minutes. The rest of the day she’s slept, apparently tired out by it
all. So am I, and I slept for two and a half hours this afternoon.
A bright note; the
other day I set out to do some errands, only to find that my car wouldn’t start.
The battery was dead. I am the original little old lady from Pasadena who only
drives her car to church—I don’t even do that. We have tried to remember to
start it occasionally, but apparently, we weren’t consistent enough. My insurance
said they had a policy rider that covers that for only $6 a year—but I didn’t
have it (I do now). Finally I called the folks down the street--J&N Auto
Services. And yay for them!
I called one day
when they were busy in the morning, and I was going to be out of pocket in the afternoon,
so I said I’d call the next morning. I didn’t have to—they called me at 8:00
a.m. and asked, “Is this a good time?” I said “Of course,” and a young man was
here within minutes. When I asked if I could call the office to give them my
credit card, he said, “You don’t have to pay. It’s just down the street.” Wonderful
neighborhood business, and I hope many will patronize them.
Tomorrow will be a
better day! I just know it.
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