Walter Mitty Reimagined...

Well, Fang spent his first night "locked up" without any problems. He woke us all up this morning by climbing on the screen door - which bounced, waking the dogs in a frenzy, which of course then woke me up. I hope he doesn't get the "cause and effect" or he may become my new alarm clock... Anyway, he wasn't all that hungry for breakfast - I think mainly because I forgot the bag of kitten food out there and he ripped it apart for a midnight snack :p  But since it's sunny and pleasant, I locked the outside door open for him, and he checked out his domain for a while. He's apparently graduated from crickets and has started chasing the squirrels - I've seen him come very close a couple of times. Since he and the squirrels are about the same size, I'm kinda hoping he doesn't actually catch one. Anyway, he came back to the porch after a while and has been snoozing in the box of clothes since then. I'm amazed at how he's filled out, too. Not fat, by any means, but he's definitely getting enough to eat. :D

In other news, this weekend - since the week-long rain has stopped temporarily - will be spent loading the pickup with another bunch of brush, and then setting up and moving the post heap. Finally getting it out the yard proper and putting it out by the alley. Still convenient but not the eyesore it was in the back yard. I do like things neat - although you'd never know by the house. :p But that's eventually getting there. Oh, and tonight is haircut night for the dogs - Petey will be quite sure I hate him after that! :p

Sooo - also have to dig out my birth certificate. Monday is go to the city and get my passport card, as well as filling out more applications. Then stop and pick up some straw bales for the roses. My brother's bringing down the carrier for Fang, so we'll be getting that set up and hopefully get him to go into it. Not sure how easy that will be, since he's made his little "cave" in the clothes box, but we'll figure it out.

Soooo - off and running!

Today was supposed to be a productive day working outside.

That's about as far as it got.

Started out with a few things to get taken care of online first. Which would have been okay if I hadn't overslept.  Once I got that stuff done, I went out to start the chores by filling the bird feeders - only to discover I was totally out of sunflower seeds. So that meant a trip to town, and picking up a few other things that I needed - after taking time to make sure I had a list of all those "few things" that I needed. Got back, filled the feeders, then remembered I had to make a couple phone calls regarding our tiller - and then wait for people to call me back.

In the meantime, it was getting hotter than hell. Relative to the season and recent weather, anyway. So by the time I went out to start raking and cleaning out the gardens, my still thick winter blood just didn't want to deal with the heat. Plus still being a bit out of shape from the months of little or not activity. So came back in, decided to clean up the house until it cooled off a little outside.

Merrily bustling around the kitchen when this loud - as in, VERY LOUD - buzz raced past my ear. Looked around - HUGE bumble bee bopping around the kitchen. Huge as in good inch and a half.  And not happy. Now, bumble bees are not known for their benevolent attitude anyway - being trapped in a room does nothing to improve that. And he definitely considered me the cause of all his problems.

I have a pathological fear of spiders - my fear of bees is more practical. I've been stung twice in my life and the resulting swelling, pain, stiffness and overall "I'm going to puke my guts out" feeling is not one I wish to relive. So I let him chase me into the bathroom, where I locked him in long enough to get the bug spray. (Yes, chemical-free life nothwithstanding, there's a matter of pure survival instinct - so I do have bug spray. Potent bug spray.) And I spent the next 15 minutes alternating between chasing and being chased.

But I won. :D

So, now my heart is doing it's wonderful little I'm-stressed-out-you-idiot! thumping  and I'm sitting here thinking, I don't give a damn if the gardens ever get cleaned out.

But since we're due for thunderstorms for the next few days, I guess I'll have to get off my ass and work this evening.

But all in all - I'd rather deal with heat and bumblebees than snow and cold. Any day.