Author: Robin

Tim, in all his black, piercings and chains Goth glory walking down the sidewalk in Uptown with a yellow Seasame Street Babies diaper bag on one hip and Avery on the other.  Oh, to have had the camera handy!  This after I honked at and chased a car like Tim’s around several blocks to finally catch up with it in a gas station parking lot only to find it wasn’t Tim!

I’m having a terrible time with Geese in my yard.  They tolerate the dogs and the dogs tolerate them.  Because we spend so much time in the yard, I’m hesitant to use a chemical deterrent.  Grape Kool-Aid was a waste of time and effort.  The research I did online told me Geese don’t like Coyotes, Fox or Alligators.  At Cabella’s I found some life size rubber fox that are meant for archery practice.  I’ve put one on the shore and three in the yard.  If this doesn’t work, I think I’ll hire someone.  I’m thinking a few seasons of professional goose control can’t cost much, if any, more than a paintball gun and might have a higher success rate.  And perhaps just for kicks I’ll take that rubber alligator that usually rides on the bow of my boat and set it down on the beach.  Fox scattered around the yard didn’t work.  I’ve left one in the middle of the lawn because it torments the dogs.  The other three are on the beach, which seems to work.  For now. 

Eww, rough day at the office, though it ended a little bit better than it started, which isn’t saying much.  To add insult to injury, it rained at the worst possible time this afternoon.  I don’t think dinner came close to repaying Gabriel for his time and the use of his tractor.  All’s well that ends well; sunset on the dock bench, glass of red wine in hand and a Dear Man to keep me warm.

Raining so I drove the car to church and as long as I had it out I went to town and bought a new dock line for my boat.  Geocaching.

It was dreary and threatening rain when we left for our walk this morning.  I gave some thought to doing a shorter four mile out-and-back but decided to keep going when we reached the two mile mark.  We got rained on about the last two miles.  It became a thunderstorm complete with downpour just as we were getting home.  Yesterday the house smelled like baking bread, today wet dog.  Ick! 

Rain has us indoors, so we’re trying our hands at bread baking.  I think we need more experience with the bread baking.