Yesterday was a snow day. The snow altered plans to go visit my friend Lu for coffee and some window shopping in stores we can’t afford. It’s 60 miles from my house to hers. Driving in the snow doesn’t worry me; it’s all the other assholes on the road that worry me.
So I stayed home. Plus, the Boy was home. It’s always nice having him around. He took the snow day to heart and never actually got out of his pajamas.
And it’s not like there wasn’t plenty to do here: A quilt binding to finish hand sewing, a pile of burlap gift bags to make, some additional indoor holiday decorating. But not with lights. Can’t manage to get up any more lights.
Here’s a question: Where are all of the extension cords? We have a bunch but I can’t find a single one. I know where I used to keep them. But they’re no longer there because people use them and don’t put them back. I don’t know where else to look. Ideas? Anyone?
Anyway… we were all gathered in our home office and I was working on the computer - so nice to have a working laptop – the Boy was facing the window and the Dad was talking
at to the Boy who tried multiple times to interrupt him before he finally succeeded in pointing out the posse of deer out in the side yard.
We occasionally see up to maybe five deer who use the invisible deer highway which runs through our yard. This year I haven’t seen more than two or three together at a time. I thought maybe we’d cleared too many trees and they were blowing us off and using an alternate deer highway detour through someone else’s yard. Which is how deer say fuck you and your trees.
Every year we put our Halloween pumpkins out back for the enjoyment of local critters. The Boy puts them on the wall and then uses his hand drill to put as many holes in them as possible for easy access. Sometimes he forgoes the drill completely and just hurls the pumpkins at the rocks. Because it’s fun.
This year’s pumpkins were put out a few days before Thanksgiving because we were expecting some cold weather and thought it would be nice to give the rock wall residents a Thanksgiving treat. A couple days before Thanksgiving I looked up from the kitchen sink and saw this:
They were there for a long time. It was really cool.
Then, yesterday, the Boy saw this:
We couldn’t get an accurate count but there were about eight to ten of them.
I have a theory that they were going on an annual pilgrimage north, to pay homage to their kin of the flying ilk. I think they have a long way to go and only two weeks to get there. So either they’d better start walking, or find an old has-been warlock with magic feed corn to make them fly.
Plus, they really should get a GPS to get them going in the right direction. They couldn’t make up their minds which way to go and went back the way they came. Either way, coming or going, they weren’t going north.
Maybe they know something I don’t know.