Bellana got me plants for the cellar for Fathers Day. As always I feel like a fraud on Fathers Day, but I also feel appreciated and loved and it’s wonderful.
Later tonight we are going to dinner with my Father. If anyone deserves a happy Fathers Day today it’s him.
Wishing a happy Fathers Day to all of the fathers out there. Have a wonderful day, all of you.
Here’s a short list of things I am happy about today…
Remember last week when I wrote all of those posts about the cats hunting mice? Remember how I saw a mouse in the cellar and said the cats weren’t allowed in the cellar, thus implying that it was up to me to take them out with extreme prejudice?
We are a household with two expert mousers. I was hoping to join their ranks and make it three. I put out a bunch of traps but I failed to catch anything. Worse, rather than just ignoring the traps, when I checked them yesterday the bait had been picked clean. The cellar mouse was just messing with me.
That changed this morning. I checked the traps a few minutes ago. I guess the bait wasn’t quite gone on the trap I put between the two desks.
Maniacal laugh.
I guess we are a three mouser house after all.
Yesterday, for the second time since we adopted our two cats, Lily and Robin were stalking something. They were spending a lot of time watching underneath the refrigerator. Occasionally they would try to reach under and grab something. There were a couple of times where we could hear something rustling but we didn’t actually see anything.
Last night I woke up at around 3:00am. The cats were freaking out. That’s not terribly unusual as they often get the zoomies over night. This time I could hear some squeaking though. They were hunting and their prey was freaking out. Later, after I finished my exercise and guitar playing, I went into the bedroom and saw them both hovering over something in the attached bathroom. I turned on the light. There was a mouse laying on it’s back. I thought it was dead but it twitched. It was playing dead. I went to get something to pick it up with and while my back was turned it ran for it. The cats chased. I closed the door and let them do their thing.
15 minutes later I opened the door again and the mouse was once again playing dead. I had a broom and a cardboard box on me this time. I swept it into the box and it jumped out. I smacked it with the broom and swept it up again. I took it outside and dropped it on the edge of the woods. It made a run for it. Good riddance, home invader.
Three cheers for the mouse hunters who once again earned their keep and protected their new home! I gave them a handful of treats as a reward for a job well done. Good kitties! Good, good kitties!
Post script: Fuck. I am working in the cellar. A second mouse just poked it’s head out from under the desk drawers next to me. Son of a bitch! Well, we do live in the woods and the weather has been awful for a week now. This is to be expected. Still… asshole mouse.
We tried cooking grits with dinner tonight. It went about as well as you’d expect from a couple of New Englanders.
The milk burned and then boiled over and flooded the stove top.
We should have seen that coming.
We were just in my step son’s room, looking in his closet for an ethernet cable.
I happened to notice that his guitar was there. He doesn’t play anymore (he’s piano and percussion only now), but years ago we bought him a student package Epiphone Les Paul.
I have half a mind to pull it out and use it for some recording this month, just for fun. It’s the other Les Paul in the house. I should give it some love, right? Sure, it’s not a full fledge Gibson, but it’s still sort of a Gibson because Gibson owns Epiphone. Yeah, I should show it some love. I’ll ask Harry first, of course.
We are at Harry’s place right now. His roommates haven’t arrived yet, still. His room is all set up and it looks great.
Next stop is lunch with Bellana. Not sure if we will get to see her place today. We’ll see.
After three trips to Vermont in just over two weeks, guess what Jen and I are doing today…
Yup. Vermont bound once again.
Road trip city, boys and girls! Let’s go!!!
He’s the first of the roommates to move in. The van and car are unloaded and the bed and desk are partially reassembled.
The cars are packed. Harry just left. I’m giving him a smidgen of a head start then I’ll follow.
I have a metric tonne of gastric bypass friendly food and drinks piled up in the cab of the transit van. 95% will be ignored, but it’s there if I need it.
I have music, podcast, and audiobook playlists armed and ready but I haven’t decided what to listen to first. Maybe the new Stephen Stills live record?
A coworker said yesterday, after I shared the events of the road trip fun with him, there’s no denying that empty nest now. Yup. As of today it’s officially official and once again I am equal parts excited for the kids and sad for me and Jen.
Okay…. Time to get rolling. Burlington, VT here I come.
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