Routine and Regular

Not even 8pm and it’s dark out.  The days are getting shorter, although the temperature reached the mid90s today.  Public schools let out at 2pm.  Weatherwise, this isn’t so much different from 3:15, hot is hot, and a couple teachers were quoted in the newspaper about that point.
The corn growing beside the parking lot of the college looks so dry and brown.  Usually corn gets to be about 7 feet high, high over my head anyway.  This stuff is only as high as my shoulder.  I didn’t have my camera in my bookbag today, but I’ll try to remember it sometime this week.  The old song about ‘amber waves of grain’ was written about the North American prairies.

I put a beef roast into the crockpot, with the idea that the meat will be used to make vegetable-beef soup in the next couple days.  Heat outdoors shouldn’t stop the ritual of having some soup in the fridge for re-heating in the microwave as quick meals for us busy folks.
This afternoon, I drove down to the coffee shop.  It was just too hot to ride the bicycle, plus my bag weighs way too much.  Textbooks, even the paperbacks, are heavy.  I had some deep reading to do, and being at home has too many distractions.  The computer and blogs being tops of the list.  Cats and laundry are a close second.
I got most of my homework done for Math and Ed Psyche, but by the end, my backside was numb.  To be that engrossed in a task hasn’t come readily to me for quite some time.
Maybe I am getting my act together for this school stuff.  Although I’d much rather be figuring out a crochet pattern.

When I got home, there were my two guys/housemates standing beside the crockpot.  A wonderful smell was wafting up and filling the room.  Husband declared the roast to be done, and he was about to be slicing off a hunk.  We all had some, then I put the rest into the fridge for making soup on my next afternoon off, which is Wednesday.  Perhaps by that time, it may become plain old vegetable soup, what with how good that meat tastes.

After supper, when I went outside for the laundry on the clothesline, there was Mahalia with a mid-size squirrel in her mouth.
It was shreeeeking like I never knew a squirrel could noise.
I grabbed the cat by the back of the neck with my left hand, then the neck of the squirrel with my right.  Halley finally loosened her jaw, and I set the squirrel down on the walk.  It moved all its limbs, and was breathing hard.  I turned it over, no bloody spots, so I picked it up again by the back of its neck and carried it to the lowest branch on the maple tree.
So small and cute and scared.  It tried to climb up to the next branch, but still seemed to be in a state of shock.  Chris went inside and got a couple walnut meats to get it to calm down a little.
Husband took pictures.
without flash

with flash

Mahalia has been whining at the back door for a half hour.  She really is mad at me for taking away her prize.  She wants to get back out there and try again.  I went out and made sure the poor little thing isn’t too close to the house.  It is no longer in the tree, and the nuts are gone.

Well, that’s about how the day went.  So routine and boring.  I did get a card from the Red Cross saying where the nearest donation site will be this week.  Today I am eligible, but since I just got my teeth cleaned last Friday, I had menopausal symptoms all weekend, and there is a Blood Drive at the church building in about 3 weeks, I think I’ll wait until then.  The Parish Nurse wants to reach a certain quota of units on that date.
~~love and Huggs, Diane

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4 Responses to Routine and Regular

  1. momma says:

    Diane to the rescue–I would be afraid it might bite me so I would have hesitated. Not a good outcome for the squirrel if i’d been there. Your a good person!

  2. Laura says:

    My cats are constantly catching small mice, rabbits and birds and it just drives me crazy! I’m so glad you caught them before the worst of it all happened!
    I have also dragged the cats in the house, only to have to listen to them holler and complain about it for what seems like hours on end. We’re up against a thousand years of evolution, where they absolutely must hunt or they’ll go insane.

    hmm, maybe that’s what’s wrong with my hub lately.
    “!!!” j/k lol

    The pot roast sounds great, especially at this time of the year. we are “almost” starting to get a wee bit of fall in the air. just a tad, It will be another month before the cooler temps set in.
    Or maybe two months…

  3. Maria says:

    It must be a fall thing. I too, am thinking about soups and easy winter-style foods. Bob and I go round and round about that silly Kangaroo Rat in our shed. He loves it. I won’t go near the shed and want to humanely trap it and move it further out in the desert. Bob just looks at me as if I am not in tune with my environment. This morning, there was a white cat that I have never seen before prowling around the shed. In my mind, I call him Sir Lancelot…my knight in shining armor. I would never dare say this out loud, but I think he may be the answer to the K.R. problem. Damn, now I feel guilty and in need of rescuing little Roo.

  4. MrsDoF says:

    The next morning, Mahalia wanted out the kitchen door Real bad. She ran directly over to the maple tree and walked all around it, sniffing.
    I feel like Such a meanie. As if the cat food provided in her bowl doesn’t offset any blame.
    All the evolution Laura mentioned gets in the way of a contented household.