7yr-old daughter: “Hey Dad, I’ve left you a puzzle when you start writing!”
Me: “Really? What kind of puzzle?”
7: “Can you find something at your desk that shouldn’t be there?”
… solid puzzle. It took me nearly five minutes to figure it out. I think I’ll leave it there and let the kid imagine she’s stumped her Old Man.
Back to writing, researching, and job searching. Hopefully, I’ll get things sorted out enough to host a couple of gaming sessions. I’ve missed my players.
Bakka wandered into the subdivision behind our property and was taken in by a family. Much as I’ll miss having a carport cat to patrol the yard for snakes, I’m glad he is being taken care of.
But then my daughter told me that his bowl was still being emptied at night, so we waited to see what had decided to take his place.
Me, a Southerner: “It’s still cute!”
Welp, at least now the property is being patrolled for ticks and other insects that I’d rather not have to deal with. Possums are actually good critters to have around, especially here. They don’t carry rabies, contrary to old stories.
Looks pretty young, too. It kicks in my sheltering mind. So, we’ll let the guy be.
Stay safe out there, folks. Check your carports when you go outside at night.
The Sunday was spent having to set the mower for another damn repair, and I’ve made it a personal point to look for holes dug by critters. With the evening drawing nigh, Sarah snapped a picture of me starting to relax (I.E. fall asleep on the couch).
Yeah… I need to brush the hair. I know.
Stay safe out there, folks. Going to get some well-earned rest.
Folks, it has finally stopped raining here for more than 24 hours. The grass has finally dried out enough to not destroy the blades.
We had to stop last time before we could get the back area of the property, and a week of rain turned it into… well…
Welcome to the Jungle!
It would have been amusing to watch the corgi try to navigate this and disappear, but this being Louisiana, I’m not going to risk any of my family or animals in what could be potential hunting ground for the myriad of snakes with whom I share this biosphere.
Of course, when I get about a third of the way through this chore, the riding mower hit a divot, pitched the deck at an angle, and broke a damn spindle.
This damn thing.
After a surprise visit from my father, running to a parts store, and barking our knuckles trying to break the bolts, we managed to replace the spindle and put in a new blade.
And would you believe it if I said this lasted for all of an hour before a second divot was discovered? The hard way?
Tall grass and burrowing critters will make for a hectic day of lawn-mowing.
Ugh.
Stay safe out there, folks. I’m going to walk around with soil and fill some holes.
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