August 2004

On the Outside…

August 31, 2004

…looking in.
Skylight Cripes, I had to show you this. The crows are arguing overhead and hopping around on the roof. They sound like a bunch of horses, and I thought birds were light.

They’ve become bolder this year since Flicka went over the rainbow bridge, sensing that there is no more indignant Sheltie barking at them, chasing after them. I miss my Flicka every day, especially when the crows start with their racket on my roof.

Gotta get a cat!

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… bliss!

I am not an outside person. Not in the summer. This year, every time I sat outside (in the shade), drink on the table, book in my lap, wasps drove me back inside. Bugs love me. Anything that flies dive-bombs into my neck or face, spiders rappel into my hair. I have emptied my wasp trap at least 4 times, full of dead wasps, 40 to 50 each time.

Living at a beach doesn’t oblige me to plunk myself onto the sand at low tide and bake in the sun like so many do. Most, who stay in the full sun for hours, don’t have even the smallest beach umbrella to protect their children or dog from the rays and heat.

That looks like fun!I take Spring and Fall over Summer every time, then the beach is at its best, hosting a few brisk walkers and their dogs, thousands of birds, crisp, clear air, and temparatures that invite to work outside.

I love a good reason to stay inside and putter. It was a toss up today of either going down Island to shop or finally preparing one of my computers for sale. I said to myself, if I find the discarded faceplate to cover up the hole in the old computer within 5 minutes, I’ll move the CD-RW drive over to my new computer. Well, I found the faceplate and the drive has been moved.

The old DELL makes a great computer for a student. I’ll advertise it next week.

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