Sunday, March 29, 2020

Mouse tales

Warning: this post contains words about mice killing and a personal injury. So if you’re a mouse lover/hugger please browse on. It takes all kinds to make the world turn in a good way, so I might be wrong about mice killing and the animal rights extremists might know something. God bless you but you have your opinions I have mine so live and let live. (except for those mice invading my house)




Is it safe to go outside yet?


Was that too much of a warning?
Currently our
North American springtime is a serious sad time. People are dying. An insidious virus is spreading and killing people. Hand washing is up and we have been staying home more and more. I’ve included a new song by Jackson Browne about our current situation at the end of this post.

The mice don’t care.

This story would probably be scarier and more suspenseful if told by a local mouse. Hopefully all our local mice have left for better places than our house.

The attack was first noticed with the discovery of one dead mouse killed by a trap. While certainly unwelcomed, it did not raise an immediate alarm. Over the years mice have found their way into our basement from less than sealed tight spots. I had kept a trap set near the exit of the dryer vent.

The alarming surprise came about an hour or so later. We hear a quick snap coming from the basement. A quick check found another mouse with an untimely death (untimely for the mouse anyway).

Over the next 24 hours, the death toll went over a handful. Undoubtedly a terrorist
group of mice had targeted our house with a vast supply of suicide-willing recruits.

While resealing the probable entrance (below our outside deck and not easy to reach) I notice one of my fingers covered in blood. I was not directly injured by the enemy but still wounded in action. The cut was the type from something very sharp on the less sensitive part of my finger. If I had to file a report, I would say the cause was a sharp edge of siding.

Now a day later it appears the attack has been repelled. The area in now being monitored.



A graphic suggested by blogger, She Who Seeks:

 
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Searchin' the horizon
For what we can't quite see
When all we've ever needed
Has been there all along
Inside of you and me

Saturday, March 21, 2020

down the rabbit hole

I've always enjoyed reading and visiting libraries. About a week ago I was planning to stop in and pickup a another book. The library was closed until further notice.  I didn't think the coronavirus would affect our library. We have nice library but our village is small and I haven't experienced large crowds there. Is this closing going to help much?

My wife (one-who-knows-where-stuff-be) brought up a box of our youngest daughter's books. Now this daughter is in her mid-thirties now. Why we have a box of her books is another story for another post (maybe).


Digging through the books I noticed Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". I've heard much about these adventures but never actually read the book. So I jumped down the rabbit hole.


certainly a not-yet-retired rabbit




I've used the expression "down the rabbit hole" a few times during my career. Not too unusual for someone at a meeting to reply to a suggestion with we don't want to go down that rabbit hole right now. Unless you are the rabbit, nobody is sure where the rabbit hole comes out.

Lewis Carroll created a very strange world down there. Coronavirus is creating a strange world up here. Certainly the surreal things in this book do not have the seriousness of the surreal closed down world this pandemic has thrown at us. But surreal is surreal.

I read a little of it at night as I fall asleep. I think it affects my dreams but my dreams typically are very strange.

The puzzling logical dialogue and puns are fun. There was a conversation about school and lessons. The first lesson was 10 hours, the next 9 hours and so on. The mock turtle explains that's why they are called lessens.

Has the stay at home environment given you a chance to read any classics? 
 





via GIPHY

The Shedd Aquarium in Chicago had to close so now they let the penguins take field trips around the empty aquarium. I'm just as confused as this little guy.





Lastly here's a tune I have not heard in awhile.


Thursday, March 05, 2020

What if’s two

What if I post another “what if” post? Well, you are reading the answer to that easy question. Oh my last “what if” post was last year. (here’s the link)


what if everyone grabs a seat and calms down

What if I titled this post “Last Chance”? I doubt it would make more people read it but for some reason I see this phrase used in emails offering something to buy. I’ve noticed last chances are typically repeated so unfortunately the last email will not be the last of it.

What if I got a comment from someone asking me to join a secret group? Actually one recently showed up here. You will not see it since it was flagged and I deleted it. It provided me with a laugh since a truly secret group would not drop invites in a very public comment section. Maybe they were actually a formerly secret group.

What if Sheryl Crow invited me over for breakfast. I would certainly eagerly accept but I would reject any offers of french toast. There’s no way I could erase the imagine her lyrics create in my mind (“If It Makes You Happy”):

Scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again


What if I looked at the hand of fate and saw the middle finger waving back at me? Would it suggest that I change the road I’m on?

What if a politician used these lyrics from Kansas’ song “Carry On Wayward Son” in a speech:

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don’t know


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