What kind? The cuddlies, like squirrels or coons, or the uglies, like mice or termites?
Call an exterminator now. Leaving them for the new owner is a walk in the realm of civil damages legal nightmares. After that, get a handyman up there to assess and repair damage.
In some more civilized jurisdictions, the cuddlies can be dealt with by the general homeowner via selective lead poisoning simply because there aren’t as many in an infestation as the uglies. ALL types can cause damage beyond the grasp of mortal property owners.
All of the pachysandra is planted and I quit for today. I just swallowed a coupla extra-strength tylenol equivalents, but I may have to resort to ibuprofen. I figure there’s between 350-400 sq ft of hill more or less covered. I’m told once it takes hold, it’ll go crazy. I sure hope so. I’ll have to feed it and keep it watered since the soil here is so crappy. At least there’s a couple of good inches of topsoil on the hill.
Tomorrow, I’ll plant the potted stuff - that should be a bit easier. At least I hope so.
I need a neck-deep soak in a hot tub. Wish I had one… <deep sad sigh>
Been a bzzy day in swampland. Pretty much stuff is prepped for tomorrow’s N.O.L. Cake has been baked and frosted. Cave is presentable. Visitation to JDD’s father has been made. AD is such a puzzle. As we visited I was reminded of some of the conversations I had with my father who also had AD. F’rinstance, today we talked about the Boston bombings and the capture of one suspect and he’s all up on it. However, he talks to JDD as if JDD is still in high school. JDD tells me a lot of the things his father talks about or asks him about are from JDD’s high school days. It’s like he’s livin’ in 2013 and the late 60s early 70s at the same time.
Chili cheese dawgs for dindin with da bear’s homemade chili even. YUM!
We went over to the Harley dealership to look at the bikes and cars, but they were wrapping things up as we arrived. We stopped at a new Mexican place on the way home and had a super-yum early supper. That place definitely goes on our rotation.
I’ve got to do a load or 2 of laundry tonight, and we’ve got to close the house up - it’s supposed to drop into the 30s tonight! :eek: brrrrrrrrrr
Some knitting will ensue tonight also. Still no hot tub has magically appeared. Dammit.
Swampy AD can be so weird. I was taking my Grandfather back to the Assisted Living place and he started asking me about what razors I used. He mentioned that it was strange to see my cheeks shaven and that he was used to me with a beard, I can’t grow a full beard but have a giant goatee. Took a bit but I realized he thought he was talking to my Dad circa 1980.
In Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse five, the main character becomes un-stuck in time and that is how I tend to look at AD. Its victims seem to move from decade to decade unhindered by clocks, calendars and time itself. It can be so sad but sometimes you get an amazing glimpse into their inner selves. I once saw my Grandfather recoil in fear from a plane, he thought the Japanese were coming to bomb him. He served in WWII with what you would call the “Flying Tigers”. But after they were folded back into the USAAC and were no longer “Chinese”. It is odd to see you Grandfather as a frightened twenty year old but enlightening.
Anyhoo gotta go work with the hippies on 4/20. One guess what tonight is going to be like
Look like, swampy! The mottled pattern on the leaves is similar to certain trout species. They look kinda like brookies up here.
That link is from a blog down your way (scroll down for the lillies). I did not know that trout lillies and trillium reached all the way to the deep south. I always understood them to be very short-lived northern harbingers of spring. Yours have gone by already, sadly. Late February for y’all, but you can look for 'em next year.
I’ve always liked them 'cause it means spring is really here.
Except it’s going to be 29° again tonight.
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Happy Saturday Evening, everyone. Don’t forget to go out on the town and dance like no one is watching!
Dang coldblood! Here I was hopin’ for a lily that smelled like pan seared pee-kahn encrusted trout. Pan seared pee-kahn encrusted trout is a nummy, nummy thing btw.
Dindin is et. I forgot to mention I also ahrned ten shirts today. Go Me!
coldblood I have never made pan seared pee-kahn encrusted trout. ‘Tis a dish I’ve ordered in restaurants on many occasions. I am sure one can google such a delectable thing however. I rarely cook fish at da cave. The big exception bein’ salmon patties. That bein’ said, we are hostin’ a fish fry the first Sattidy in May which is two weeks from now. This is catfish filets and they’re cooked outside so it’s not like cookin’ in da cave. Catfish filets, fries, hush puppies, cheese grits, coleslaw, lemon icebox pie, cold beerverages… now that’s good eatin’!
Eight days of “scar boost” radiation has set DH back a bit. He’s not as burned as before, at least. The good thing is he’s getting no more rads, so the burns can heal relatively unbothered.
Wish I had similarly decent news about my back. It’s still got me howling in pain and it wakes me up at night.
I’m still up. Not sure why, though…
There is a very delicate, long-legged spider on the ceiling above me, eating another spider.
I’m finishing my glass of wine, fast.
