His war with the sticky aphids continues, and he’s losing, by the way.
I was up at 8:20 a.m. For some reason, I’ve been able to sleep a little later these last few days.
I fed my stray, though I didn’t see him outside today.
Then I checked on the RV cats.
I think I have the black one trained to come to the window and hold our paws through the glass.
The little white one yowls the whole time I stand there, but I didn’t see the tortie or the tuxedo cat.
They’re older, and I think they sleep a lot.
I came in and put the dishes to soak.
The dishwasher wasn’t full enough to run last night, but there were too many dishes to fit in this morning.
The problem is the pots and pans.
I could probably stuff a lot of plates and cups in, but the pots and pans are the tricky part.
I played on the computer a bit.
That’s really all I do.
Well, I read and watch TV.
I’m not very crafty or active, and with my social phobia, I’m definitely not very sociable.
Badger was up at 10:30 a.m.
We took the dogs out to potty, and then she went into the RV to feed and water the cats.
It was 11 a.m. when Cowboy got up.
I’d say he probably went to bed closer to 2 a.m.
He always has a snack after work and catches up on Facebook.
Now he’s out fighting the sticky aphids.
After breakfast, we headed to Walmart.
He had no trouble returning the watch.
The return person was the same cashier who checked us out on Thursday.
She probably remembers how grumpy and cranky he was with her before.
Today, he was friendly, polite, and charming.
It was 1:41 p.m. when we got home, and I do wish we lived closer to places.
We grabbed some lunch, and then Badger and I watched a movie while he took a nap.
Lady came over with a big, drooly mess hanging off her jowls and tried to climb on my couch.
I hollered at her, which woke Cowboy up.
I told him if he wanted sleep, he needed to go to bed.
He’s in the living room, and I’m not tiptoeing around like a monk.
And that dog was not getting on the furniture.
I’m sorry, I don’t have a lot of sympathy for him.
He doesn’t have to take a nap in the living room.
There is a bedroom.
And he’s the one who chooses not to come straight to bed after work.
He’s the one getting a snack, checking Facebook, and washing cars instead of going to bed.
As it was, the plant called him.
They called like three times, and each time he got more cranky with them.
I mean, they won’t let him work on the weekends anymore because they say he’s not trained to work on the boiler.
Which is ridiculous, since he’s the one who built that stupid boiler.
Then they get in trouble, can’t figure something out, and they call Cowboy.
I think once he even told them, well, you say I’m not trained to work on it, so don’t call me to fix your mess.
He finally got a call from Finis, but it wouldn’t go through because there wasn’t any money in the account.
So, 4:30 p.m. Cowboy is outside, Badger is in her room, and I'm on the computer.
I keep hearing this little tap, tap, tap on the door.
I decide to see if Cowboy is on the roof and needs help or has his hands full and can't open the door.
I pop open the door, and sitting on the storm door, the inside part that faces the living room, is a tiny bird perched on the screen.
I go to shut the door so it can't get inside any more than it already was, and it flew down, sat where I couldn't shut the door without squishing it, turned its head a time or two, and then, very politely, hopped itself into the living room.
One dog and two cats' ears popped up, heads swiveled, and that bird decided it had made a huge mistake and took off for the window by my computer.
Fox saw dinner on the fly, took a huge running leap to my office chair, did a backflip, knocked over my coffee, and scrambled up to the back of the chair trying to get to the bird on the curtain.
The bird sees a set of claws and a toothy grin and heads to the bookshelf, with a large dog following.
I mean, Heron did say Lady ate chickens.
And two hungry cats racing to see who got the tasty morsel.
At that point, I decided if I didn't want to see blood and feathers on my floor, I'd better start screaming for help.
Badger pops out of her room, sees the chaos, sees the bird, and starts throwing animals in my bedroom.
The bird sees a new open area and flies into Badger's room, with Badger yelling all the way.
She had the two former yard cats in her room, and they know exactly how to bird hunt.
She grabbed one, I grabbed the other, and they were tossed in my room.
Badger opened the front door hoping it would fly back out, but we forgot a cat or three.
So I had to go out and drag Carl and Big Orange back in the house.
Bird decided Badger's room was safe.
Cowboy came in, tried to grab it, and it hid in the closet.
He got called in to work.
He left at 4:40 p.m.
The plant called again as he was trying to hit the bird with a pair of yoga pants.
Boy, was he downright hateful with them.
I hope it wasn't his boss.
He told them he'd be in as soon as he could.
He was trying to get a bird out of the house, and so‑and‑so needed to learn how to do things on his own.
The bird flew back in the closet, so Cowboy came out and shut the door.
He went to change into his uniform, went to the bathroom, came out with a foldable laundry hamper, and told me to try to catch it in that.
Ha!
Oh yeah, sure I will.
Every time it came near me, I screamed like a sissy and ducked.
Badger was not much better.
So he goes to work, leaving us with a bird.
My guess is that bird was in that room for a good half hour or longer.
Badger finally got the smarts to remember we have security cameras that have sirens.
So she took the kitchen cam in, set it by the closet, and we set off the siren and kept setting it off.
Which made it fly to the living room, where it perched on the TV.
Then we set off three sirens and blasted the TV as loud as it could go.
I swear that poor bird was shaking, but at that point, I had no sympathy for it.
It could have PTSD from a lot of noise, or it could be dinner.
It finally flew out the front door, and Badger slammed it shut.
In our Appalachian mountain beliefs, a bird in the house means death of a family member.
With all the medical appointments we have coming up, that bird could have stayed out of the house.
We left the critters out, and I swear they’ve looked for that bird all evening.
Badger went in and sprayed everything with Lysol, then mopped her floor.
Either the bird or Cowboy broke one of her little statues, but it was only one.
With as many gewgaws as she has in there, she should count herself lucky it was just a single item.
I went back to my computer, and was sternly told not to answer any knocking at the door.
After she finished cleaning, Badger got the dogs out to pee.
She came inside and started supper.
We weren't sure if or when Cowboy would be home, but we had to have supper whether he showed up or not.
We went walking at 8:15 p.m.
I walked, and Badger rode her bike.
I was not willing to make that long of a bike ride; she went to the woodworking shop.
As we rounded the corner just down from the shop, the beagle was loose.
We’ve never had trouble with that beagle before.
He’s been roaming since he was a tiny puppy, and he’s always been friendly.
I couldn’t take a step without him charging and baying.
He was fine with Badger, but he wasn’t letting me move tonight.
I don’t know what the deal was.
I had Badger stop and put herself and that bike between me and the dog.
Finally, a man came out and made it come to him.
It wasn’t his dog; it belonged to the neighbor, but it hangs out at his house.
Badger fussed and fussed at me for acting like prey, for freezing like a deer.
I told her I’ve always been terrified of dogs.
I was shaking as I walked home.
Surprisingly, I am alright with Turtle, Lady, and Duffy.
Although when they start that “I'm going to kill you” bark at cars and strangers, they do scare me.
But strange dogs?
No, ma'am.
I stayed in the cool house with my computer, yep.
They’re back in, so I’m heading to bed.
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