Another sunrise, compliments of BroJoe, the brother who never sleeps.
Last week you may have read a story in the newspaper about a guy who, since being struck by lightning in 2006, has had trouble sleeping, so he is up at all hours of the night, tinkering on various projects. That’s how he happened to be outside in the wee hours of the morning, working on his truck, when he got mauled by a bear. Since I’ve been showing pictures of sunrises and bears, compliments of BroJoe, I want to assure you that the lightning-struck, bear-mauled man (who is now on vacation at North Myrtle Beach) is NOT my brother. I don’t know the man.
Things are not exactly tranquil around here. When I checked my tomato plants and saw that the squirrels had picked every last green tomato, I yanked out the plants in a mad frenzy and hit Home Depot for some un-tasty flowers for that bed. I e-mailed BroJoe about it, telling him that if I couldn’t have any tomatoes, neither could the squirrels.
He wrote back that I sounded just like Mother. Funny… Dearly Beloved says the same thing.
Dearly Beloved hasn’t exactly been Mr. CCC (cool, calm, and collected) himself lately since he declared war on the damnsquirrels. He has the armchair in the sunroom turned so he can glance at the bird feeder while he is reading. Yesterday he suddenly slammed down The Girl Who Played With Fire and dashed out on the deck yelling, “GET YOUR ASS OFF THERE!” loudly enough that any neighbors on the block unlucky enough to be sitting down vacated their chairs immediately.
Our kids would be shocked. The man just doesn’t do things like that.
I regret that I did not have my camera handy later in the day when I saw Lucifer -the-damnsquirrel making a mad dash to outrun the broom which had been hurled from the deck. Missed by an inch.
Still later, I looked out and saw my steely-eyed caveman poised to hurl another javelin, this time a mop I’d put out to dry.
DB hasn’t been reading and warring all the time, however. He spent a lot of time outside this week working on the sprinkler system, a skill he has developed since retirement.
This morning he was up at sunrise, checking to make sure that the sprinkler system was working properly. As he walked around the back yard checking the sprinkler heads, a green apple came sailing out of the tree.
The oak tree.
Since the nearest apple tree is in our neighbor’s yard next door, the culprit had to be a damnsquirrel.
The question is… was it dropped or was it thrown?