if we must start again
Jun. 6th, 2024 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestReally, the squirrels give me so much glee. Today was a particularly amusing lunchtime.
The first to make the attempt was a rather small squirrel with a squitty little tail. It progressed about half way along the fishing line, then stopped and appeared to contemplate its life choices for a full minute. After which it proceeded to the big bottle, grappled briefly and was flung to the ground by the resultant spin.
A second, rather chunkier squirrel then made the attempt, without the contemplation of life choices but with otherwise similar results. And then a third. In all, there were five glorious attempts to attain the peanut cylinder, all unsuccessful, and similarly dramatic at the point where it all went to hell, ie, the spinning of the big bottle. Ah. Contemplating squirrels, so much fun.
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I think I still have Covid. I feel as though I still have Covid (somewhat lethargic), and I took a test. It was out of date, so it's no surprise the result was not entirely, er, biguous, with a rather faint control line, but there did seem to be a very faint covid line as well. No singing for me tonight. Annoying, since it is my birthday, and I like having the chance to conduct the chorus.
Otherwise, I have done well. Beast bought a pair of earrings for me at the Sandringham craft (etc) fair, and he chose well. It was a good system - I pointed out several designs I particularly liked, then went off to buy squirrel stuff, and he picked his favourite of my favourites.
Now I have spent the afternoon wrist-deep in growbags in the desperate hope that I will be able to grow *SOMETHING* this year. To be fair, the courgettes and pumpkins are not dead yet.
The first to make the attempt was a rather small squirrel with a squitty little tail. It progressed about half way along the fishing line, then stopped and appeared to contemplate its life choices for a full minute. After which it proceeded to the big bottle, grappled briefly and was flung to the ground by the resultant spin.
A second, rather chunkier squirrel then made the attempt, without the contemplation of life choices but with otherwise similar results. And then a third. In all, there were five glorious attempts to attain the peanut cylinder, all unsuccessful, and similarly dramatic at the point where it all went to hell, ie, the spinning of the big bottle. Ah. Contemplating squirrels, so much fun.
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I think I still have Covid. I feel as though I still have Covid (somewhat lethargic), and I took a test. It was out of date, so it's no surprise the result was not entirely, er, biguous, with a rather faint control line, but there did seem to be a very faint covid line as well. No singing for me tonight. Annoying, since it is my birthday, and I like having the chance to conduct the chorus.
Otherwise, I have done well. Beast bought a pair of earrings for me at the Sandringham craft (etc) fair, and he chose well. It was a good system - I pointed out several designs I particularly liked, then went off to buy squirrel stuff, and he picked his favourite of my favourites.
Now I have spent the afternoon wrist-deep in growbags in the desperate hope that I will be able to grow *SOMETHING* this year. To be fair, the courgettes and pumpkins are not dead yet.
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Date: 2024-06-07 11:33 am (UTC)