October 1, 2005
Any second now.
I've been spending a long morning reading the news and blogging, sitting at the dining table, and right here next to me -- I look at it from time to time -- is a To Do list I wrote the other day, during the week, when I couldn't realistically expect myself to do much. These are weekend things to do. Hmmm, let me jot down another item. It's still Saturday morning, so at the moment I can believe I'm going to do many, maybe even all of these things over the weekend. Wouldn't that be swell? How nice I'll feel Sunday evening if that happens. I hope it does! I have a vivid image of me, leaping up and plunging into the set of tasks. It feels so very much like something I'm going to do any second now.
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1. check mouse trap
When in doubt, blog.
Mojican: It was blinds, and the answer is YES!
I didn't put the squirrel on the list, as I am still in semi-denial, but I did do the first task just now -- yay!! --which was to straighten up the studio (the ground level area in the back of the house under the main floor, which is a combination art studio/storage area), and I found a very tiny pile of possible nut shells. Not much though. And no papers were messed up. No droppings were found. So is there a squirrel? If so, I think he's in the garage/outer space area and maybe if I just open the garage, he'll leave....
I am thinking of buying a trap. But I don't want to have to encounter a trapped live animal.
On to the next task...
Cleaning and the Meaning of Life: Simple Solutions to Declutter Your Home and Beautify Your Life
Cheers,
Victoria
Thanks Victoria!
Sometimes all one needs in life, is a person to take you by the hand, and show you a new way of looking at things.
To quote a phrase.
Eddie: But then squirrel will have tainted my car. Inevitably, molecules will remain. I just dared to go in my garage and the part of the house we call Outer Space, and saw no creatures anywhere, nothing messed up, no droppings, no nutshells. I'm beginning to think there is no beast in the house. But then this morning, I thought I heard squirrel chirping loud enough to be in the house... What a horible noise!
Victoria: Wanting to clean the house and then going out to the bookstore to browse for books about cleaning the house is really exactly the sort of thing I would do.
Proof that "visualization" doesn't always work!
To quote a phrase.
My pleasure. Tit for tat, Lmeade. :)
(Drat! I should've used that in the Bra thread)
Don't forget to check out this Chapter in the book:
The Kama Sutra of Cleaning
*rrrrr*
Cheers,
Victoria
Victoria: Wanting to clean the house and then going out to the bookstore to browse for books about cleaning the house is really exactly the sort of thing I would do.
Hello. Me too.
Which is why I also want to buy this book.
Actually, you know, I'm very lucky. I'm anal-retentive, and was born naturally neat.
But neat doesn't mean clean, I've found.
Getting on my knees and scrubbing stuff -- I leave that to more qualified professionals. :)
Cheers,
Victoria
Gee, thanks, all. What a bunch of enablers: I click over to Amazon and within 5 minutes have purchased three books (well, I DID have to go for the free supersaver shipping--[look how much I saved, hubby dear! ;]), including one on an entirely different topic that was "recommended" just for me!
Lord, I'm weak. Think I'll go take a lie-down before I tackle my own list ...
Puffed with accomplishment: roared out of bed this morning, felled, limbed, and hauled out 40 -50 trees, and low-limbed about 10 others, in service to two ideals: force the eventual wildfires to lay down and creep on the face of the earth; produce a park-like setting of spaced ponderosas which is ideal for the propagation of aberts squirrel.
Crushed with disappointment: told my wife I was setting up habitat for aberts squirrel, said by the cognoscenti to be the tastiest, and far tastier than mere fox squirrels (or the genuinely nasty, turpentiney little pine squirrels). And she said... she said ... I can hardly bear to write the words:
"I don't want to eat rodents."
I tried to tell her the difference between Sciurus aberti and Rattus norvegicus. It was futile. She doesn't want any rodent molecules around.
I'm the victim here. It's not right. Somebody should have told me wives are like this, before marriage.
Hey, I painted the house ... to some extent. Color: eggplant. Put that in your locker room!
This fear-of-squirrel thing is all too stereotypically feminine . . . the cartoon of a woman in a short skirt up on a chair, appealing to men for the same reasons as the Marilyn-On-The-Subway-Grating archetype . . .
I have 3 dogs and a doggie door. I will post my story about possums in the house in my blog. It was funny now I look back on it but not amusing at all at the time.
Amba, You are no doubt all too right about that stereotype of femininity. We guys like to be useful and observant - planting psychological bombs in our opponants' locker rooms, capturing bats, trapping rodents, and looking up Marilyn's dress makes us feel, well, masculine. Choosing colors for the baby's room just makes us want another beer.
But when a Man Loves A Woman, now that's another thing.
I visited Prof. Althouse's blog and all of the sudden a BLEAT broke out.
All this needs is a reference to Gnat.
(this isn't a criticism, it's an observation, and insamuch as I am a great admire of Lilek's domestic reveries it's a compliment)
[the commenter formerly known as LeRoy W]
Don't you have grad students in some form of servitude to you? Is there a legal aspect to squirrel removal that one of The Indentured could research...at say, chez Althouse?
Are you not understanding when they themselves have deadlines to meet?
;-)
Hey, I painted the house ... to some extent. Color: eggplant. Put that in your locker room!
Disaster!
Nine out of 10 squirrels polled said they found the colour eggplant "soothing".
Cheers,
Victoria
Double disaster!
Ten out of 10 mice polled said they found the color eggplant made them feel "mighty masculine."
Cheers indeed.
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