…and you know how that goes since I’m a woman of few words. Uh huh, are you grimacing yet?
Honestly, I don’t have a lot to say because it’s just tooooooo hot to think or type. Well, actually I used up all my typing in comments to you guys, just as Carole of Ramblingon can attest. But Carole, if you’re reading this, even though alllllll those posts were retro and I just didn’t have the sense to know that, I still had a great time reading all of them. But now I have nubs for fingers after commenting on all of them and then my regular blog walk. I’ve learned my lesson. From now on I’m going to post much, much shorter comments. I get so carried away with whatever blog I’m reading that I start writing a whole letter to you. That’s going to stop because I know it has become a pain in the butt. Ok, end of this train of thought and on to the next.
See? Maxine knows what I’m talking about.
It was 105 yesterday with an index of 115 where I am. I seriously thought I was having a stroke or something when I was filling up the bowls of water for all the wildlife. It was very hard to breathe and when I looked back at the porch, it seemed miles away when in fact it was only about 40 feet. But the water MUST be attended to and it’s so appreciated by every critter that has now made a permanent home in my yard. I could forego the sweat in the eyes, though. Stuff makes you blind and it’s PAINFUL.
My monks still show up for meals. Actually they never leave and the families have gotten huge. I think they’ve invited all their friends, too. It’s amazing how territorial they are, and one seems to recognize another from another “tribe” although I don’t know how. Those little critters are brave, brave, brave. They’ll stand up to anything and run off anything. Why just yesterday I had a huge flock of grackles taking over the ground and the feeders when up pops a monk. My monk didn’t like the turn of events at all and took off running like lightening across the yard and literally JUMPED at them and then ran at all of them until he’d railroaded them out of the yard (for all of 5 minutes anyway). Little warriors they are.
In the early morning hours (still yesterday), it was so darn hot. My favorite and most social monk was trying to cool off in some tall weedy grasses. He heard me opening the back door and making my little clicking sound to him and broke out into a dead run to get to The Food Wagon. All of a sudden he stops dead in his tracks and I saw him shaking his head like crazy. He climbed up on his stump just as I had the camera and then I knew what he was shaking about:
HUH? WHAT THE HECK IS ON MY NOSE?
SOMEBODY GET THAT BUG OFF OF MY NOSE!
By the time he made it to the porch, the bug was gone and he happily munched his breakfast and then started with the stuffing of the cheeks to take the rest back to the burrow. I’ve now gotten to where I can sit within 2 feet of him and even talk to him and not have to be completely still. He knows where his meal ticket is coming from and isn’t going to rock the boat. I’m hoping that by the end of summer I might be able to get a photo of him on my foot. He’s still afraid of the camera and runs from that, but patience might win out.
OHHHHH, the BIG news is: I finished the paperwork! Well, at least the paperwork for the closing taxes, hoorayyyyy! My appointment with the tax accountant is tomorrow and if everything goes well in the next few days, I can start on the next steps, but those aren’t nearly as hard, just time consuming – like making a will, changing the deed to read correctly, and finally starting on repairs on the house. So Toodie and Curtis were right. I did it and I made the deadline. Never thought I could. Thanks you two for the faith . I’d say it’s just about time for a celebratory . That’s right, a Lemondrop Martini!
Ok, now you all can rest easy. I’m done. When I get a creative urge again, I’ll pop back and post. Until then, I’ll visit YOU, but I’ll tiptoe in and tiptoe out with only a sentence or two to let you know I was there and loved what you wrote .
Until next time, XOXOXO