Archive | October, 2021

Who’s That Knocking at My Door?

16 Oct

I was sitting here at the computer thing morning when I heard a thumping and banging outside the porch. I could see a large, dark wing, and at first I thought perhaps a hawk had gotten tangled up in the bushes. They often come sailing after a squirrel and miss the mark. Nope. When I peered around the corner I could see a youngish Great Blue Heron pecking at the sliding glass door, but he flew away before The Squire could come take a look.

A few moments later, the bird was back, banging away at the glass. We tried to get a photo, but by the time we’d moved the lace curtain, and tried to shoot through the living room window and the porch door the bird had decided not to cooperate.

Later, the Squire looked out and caught the silly thing banging on the van window! The only thing we can think is that the Heron was attacking his reflection, thinking it was another male.

Just a normal bit of crazy to start the day!

Another City Slicker?

9 Oct

When The Squire went out this morning to collect the mail, the woman who had just moved into the house next door approached him with something brown in her hand.

“Can I ask you a question? Do you know what these are?” She opened her fist to show him four or five acorns.

He told her what they were, and assured her they were not good to eat. “Squirrels like them, and most livestock will gobble them down, but they really aren’t good for humans.”

“Oh? Well, where did they come from? They’re everywhere all of a sudden.”

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He had to explain that they were called acorns, and were basically “oak seeds”. “Just leave them. The squirrels and the deer will eat them.”

“We have deer? Are they dangerous?”

Back in 2015 I posted about a woman who was terrified of the frogs in her yard, and was afraid they would bite her. Apparently, this gal is her sister, in spirit, if not in body. She’s going to need help!

I Should’a Stood in Bed

5 Oct

I zipped over to the local market this morning to pick up a couple things Aldi’s doesn’t carry.

The trip was not a success. First, I fixed myself a cup of coffee and managed to stick my finger in it when I slid it into the insulating cuff. There are no complaints about the coffee not being hot enough, but I now have a burnt pinky. Redner’s no longer carries the egg and onion matzo we like, and either Redner’s or General Foods have discontinued the Hazelnut cappuccino that is my default after the Orange CafĂ© went the way of all flesh. The clerk said she would “look into it”.

I spilled my coffee – twice. Once all over my hand, and then on the floor. Fortunately I was able to grab a cart wipe to clean up both messes.

It’s not yet noon, and I’m going to stay put.

Another Fine Mess

4 Oct

We have long semi-joked that our next house will not have a single florescent light. After the bathroom light refused to go on for several days The Squire decided he’d Had Enough and we sallied off to Lowe’s after church yesterday, where we purchased three flush-mount ceiling lights (one for the bathroom and two for the kitchen) and two packages of “hard” ceiling tile to replace the fiberglass ones we had.

Next step was to remove all of the tile in the bathroom, and all I can say it’ll be a wonder we don’t both come down with Hanta Virus. Taking down the tile was one thing. Putting up the new stuff was an entirely different kettle of fish. Getting those little hummers in place was next to impossible. The old fiberglass tiles bent, but the new ones do not. We shall draw a curtain over what transpired during that phase of the job.

Lowe’s light

Next came installing the ceiling lamp. It didn’t look too complicated, but the first time we turned on the light, we blew a fuse. Yes, a fuse. This house was, to quote The Squire, not so much built as it was accumulated, and the oldest parts of the house still have fuses. Not, I might add, installed according to code, either; the box in the bathroom is upside down. Anyway, the first fuse got stuck in the box, and we had to get a pair of pliers to remove it. After we blew a second fuse we decided to get in touch with our grandson, who is an electrician. You know the expression, “Better call Saul”? This was a case of “Better call Matt”.

He came down this morning and had to admit he’d never seen anything like this contraption we had. He actually had to go online to find out how to hook it up. Hint: it wasn’t the way you’d expect. We paid him with a loaf of homemade onion-dill bread and a load of firewood.

The Squire spent the rest of the day cutting and installing the new ceiling tile, and I must admit it looks lovely, and the new light is much, much brighter than the old one.

And, it comes one every time you flip the switch!