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Hearing Things
The mouse business began last month when a bad aroma began to annoy me. I nervously checked the compost crock and the garbage can and even peeked in the oven to see if a piece of meat had been left to die there. My nose finally led me under the sink to a forgotten mouse trap. Sure enough, there was a little furry creature ripening under the hot water pipe. Gag me. The snare and its little feast of long dried up peanut butter had been prepared several month previous; set by WR in response to my reminders (nagging) that we needed to be prepared for the winter mouse invasion. I'd left the primed trap alone, acknowledging each time I noticed it with careful avoidance. After our catch, we were once again aware that the field mice had found shelter under the house. And, that at least one had squeezed through the small opening around the kitchen pipes into the warm cabinet under the sink. WR set another trap with fresh peanut butter. Now I am paranoid. I keep hearing things: Paper...
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P.S. I was scrolling down looking at some of your old posts and came across the most adorable picture of a newborn baby. Congratulations! What a doll! Makes me want another...
I asked J about the oak trees on our Hannibal jaunt. He believes they are Black Oak. He said he didn't look closely. J is wonderful at identifying flora and fauna, so I would say, if he believes they are Black Oak, they are Black Oak.
Pat
Its lovely to get a parcel in the mail from the Grandchildren very artistic kids.
Jammin' says: "cool"
And I think both those kids got grandma's talent!!
And I'm cracking up at what Buttercup said.
My word verification is:
owslay
hmmmm makes me wonder.
I love the sweet way in which a child expresses themselves through art...:)
Treasures!
Hugs,
Sue