When we lived on Boomer Road there was a mocking bird that
used to dive bomb Rodney as soon as she would come outside. Now we have one here. It doesn’t dive bomb Penny because she
doesn’t go outside, but it drives both of us crazy because it doesn’t shut
up. Darn thing wakes us in the morning
and yammers most of the day. It hangs
around outside the kitchen window. I
think it has a nest in one of the Bradford Pear trees. Not sure how to get rid of it.
My purple martin house seems to have bluebirds nesting in
it. Haven’t seen a purple martin
house. I don’t have the heart to get rid
of the bluebirds, so I guess I will have to get another purple martin house.
This has been such an exciting week. It has rained every day. Penny and I have spent the time not doing
much of anything. I am working on a
couple of plastic canvas projects and a couple of crocheting projects. One of the items I am crocheting is a table
runner, at least I am trying to make one.
I have taken it apart once so far and started over. For some reason I have a tendency to start
wide, then it gets narrow, then it gets wide again. I am trying a completely different pattern
this time. Hopefully, it will stay the
same size. Stay tuned.
In my bedroom I have a two shelf bookcase. Last night I decided to go to bed early and
do some reading. Miss Penny decided to
join me by running around and jumping on and off the bed. All of a sudden she stopped and looked at the
bookcase. On the top shelf I have
stacked my sweatshirts on one side and my Capri pants on the other side. She jumped onto that shelf right between the
two. Penny then decided to go behind the
sweatshirts, and when she did this the sweatshirts fell off the shelf onto the
floor. The look on her face was
priceless. I decided I better pick them up and put them someplace else. If I put them back on the shelf she would
think it was a game. I then turned out
the light and went to bed. Don’t know
how long she stayed on the shelf.
If you remember I told you the grass would be butt high by
the time it stops raining and we get to mow, well, I was wrong – it will be
waist high!
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