Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
...raccoons.![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Me, myself and I: Visited Joyce yesterday. She's convalescing from having a defibrillator inserted after dizziness and a fall. It was nice to sit there, watch TV and chat. Plus, the tortellini wasn't bad either. Joyce is very outgoing and this staying-at-home, until the doctors say otherwise, will quickly grow old. So, I'll need to visit again. Soon. I went out for short walks three days in a row. This is good. It's good for my legs and my spirit. The weather hasn't been too bad... but will be. On my walk today I went to Winter Market and bought Strasbourg sausage and small potatoes for boiling. Plus found out about a website called Vayama (for cheap plane tickets). Reading... writing... slowly unboxing stuff and even slower at getting rid of it... Oh well. As for raccoons: Bob, a neighbor of Joyce, has a friend Brian who lives in a culvert. He shares the space with raccoons who chatter if anyone seems a threat. He has two sleeping bags and enough food; although the raccoons... In any case, he has figured out how to live and survive. I can think of worse scenarios. 52,807 |