Squirrel Feeders

As a source of visual peace, my husband put a few birdfeeders in the yard outside of the office window. We see quite a variety of local bird life. Pretty much everything you'd imagine in New England.

And a few that continue to surprise us.

One frigidly cold day in February the feeders were deserted due to a hawk hunched up in a nearby tree keeping vigil on the possibility of easy prey. None ventured into the hawk's line of sight.

This Spring I saw the most enormous woodpecker ever perched on a tree outside the kitchen window.

And the other day, this creature graced us with its presence at the feeders.

Clearly at a loss, it was up there for quite a while. I think there was an effort to appear not as though it was stuck there, but that it meant to climb and survey it's surroundings.

It did a lot of surveying. That was one stuck squirrel.

Eventually, I checked on it and it was gone. I'ts probably in hiding somewhere, still being taunted by it's squirrel peers.

I'm Baaaaaack....

I've been away for awhile. It was hot there, but not as hot as it was at home. So I guess that's a good thing.


We were in the fried food capital of the country. And if the food wasn't fried, it was served with abundant amounts of butter; dripping, melted butter. Smelling of the sea.

Or maybe that smell was just low tide.

We went on boat trips, kayaking, candlepin bowling, miniature golfing, swimming, to the beach, to the aquarium, and (most importantly) to the train museums. That's why we go. For our son the train freak, and to fill our lungs with the spewings of steam locomotives.

*cough, cough*

There are bits of coal rattling around in my dryer as I type this.

I probably could have posted during vacation but we didn't realize until our second to last day there that there was wireless in the building in which we were staying.

I know! We're such techno-geeks.

We had a good time. In spite of the heat. That's why we stay at a hotel with a pool. I would have been happy to spend most days at the pool. That's my idea of a vacation. Pool, cocktails, a round of mini-golf, more pool, another strawberry daiquiri. ahhhhhhhh *heavy sigh*

And now, back to the clutter and the noise in my head.

Care to join me?

Dirty Dishes

I seem to have lost track of my life. Not sure where it went. Perhaps into the void of unplanned days. School is officially out for the summer and I seem to have lost all motivation to be, well, motivated.

It's hot and humid and I choose not to exercise in hot and humid. The good news is that we are heading to Maine in a few days. It's generally cooler there and the prospect of exercising with an ocean view is too good to pass up.

Until then, though, I'm a hot, hungry mess.

I haven't started a single packing list yet. As queen of the listmakers, this is an unusual confession. Maybe if I do the dishes, I'll manage to accomplish something.

It doesn't matter that the dishes are two rooms away. The fact that they are there, piled up and dirty, taunting me with outrageous French accents is enough to cause me to run away.

The only hope for me is psychotropic medication.

If only.

I can't finish this thought. I need to wash the dishes.