Badger was awake before me this morning, which never happens.
It was her first appointment with the new practice, so she was up early.
Raven got home early too, but he sat in his car for nearly an hour.
He probably fell asleep.
I could never do third shift.
I don’t know how he manages it.
I don’t mind waking up early, but there’s a difference between choosing to wake up and having it chosen for you.
On weekends, we don’t get a say in it.
Time moved along.
Cowboy and Badger headed to her appointment, and Raven went to bed.
It was just me and the cats.
I ran one load in the dishwasher and then hand-washed about two more.
By Sunday night, we always have a pile of dishes, and my dishwasher isn’t industrial.
It can’t keep up.
I don’t enjoy hand-washing.
I’ve gotten lazy in my old age and prefer the dishwasher.
But the dishes needed to be caught up before we started on dinner today.
Really, there isn’t anything to say about our morning.
Heron got home from E’s house, and Badger and Cowboy got home from her therapy session.
Badger brought me a new flavor of coffee from Dunkin’.
According to Cowboy, those coffee drinks are the reason I’m, let’s say, extra fluffy.
Badger and I have gotten to where we’re rather addicted to our coffee drinks.
However, neither of us overeats, neither of us is a snacker, and neither of us consumes a lot of sugar outside our coffee drinks.
Badger didn’t say much about the new practice, which is pretty normal for her.
The day moved along.
Cowboy headed to work.
Raven was in his room, and Heron had gone off somewhere in his truck.
Badger and I waited until school traffic cleared, then walked around the little wooded area behind the farmer’s daughter’s house.
After that, we walked up the railroad track, past the double-wide that backs up to it, and then almost down to the overpass before Pappaw C’s.
It was a long shot, but we were hoping some drunk or high teen had stolen Chanticleer and dumped him where everyone dumps their junk.
No luck.
We came home, and I went back to my computer while Badger went outside to make Big Foot a little harder to steal.
I told her and Cowboy both that I doubt anyone would walk off with him.
He’s fully customized and pretty unique.
But honestly, I would’ve said the same thing about Chanticleer, and guess what?
He was stolen.
Badger has him mounted on an old skateboard now, with his spikes pushed deep into the ground.
She even stacked two cinder blocks on the skateboard.
Then she set him right next to the “24‑hour surveillance” sign.
You could steal him, but you’d have to work for it.
Other than Big Foot, who’s farther back in the yard now, Gingy, and the cow windmill under the living room window, there isn’t much left anyone would bother with.
I’ve got a flamingo mom and baby, but they’re so rusted they’re basically junk.
And the frog on the sunflower bird bath is pretty far back.
I might move it to the she‑shed flower garden.
It’s a shame I can’t keep my gaudy yard decorations out front anymore.
Heron called me at 3:30, panicked because his truck had died near the old Mascot Bridge.
Raven was still awake and went to rescue him.
They didn’t get back until almost 6, and I was starting to worry.
Even after buying a new battery, the truck still wouldn’t start.
He came home, called a tow truck, went back to meet them, and they finally got here at 7:15 pm.
I had to wake Raven up again to help push the truck away from the sidewalk.
By the time he wandered out, Badger already had the truck moving.
They tore up part of my myrtle bush and nearly took out my no‑trespassing sign, but the truck’s home, the boys are safe, and the bushes will grow back.
Badger and I watched a few episodes of our show, and now it’s well past eleven, so I’m done for the day.
My exterminator comes tomorrow, and I can’t say that without thinking of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I know he was the Terminator, but it’s close enough to make me laugh.
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