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I Should Just Make This My Default...
Oct. 19th, 2008 11:03 amWe found a stash of old, dirty diapers in the cieling of the shed.
Old. Dirty. Diapers.
Who does that? Aside from the Damn Dirty Hippies, of course.
Biohazard suits are now required for shed cleaning. ;)
Going to be getting painting done today! And we'll see what else. But first, a small story.
Animals love our yard. We've had a variety of neighborhood animals come in and hang out on our porch, and a history of animals just trying to get into our house as though they live there. Last night - I kind of crashed early, and without warning, apologies about that! - I woke up in need of the bathroom and found myself trapped in my room.
Due to a broken doorknob, this is very common, and usually I can jiggle the knob until it's aligned right. Last night I couldn't, and Nija had to come save me. Afterwards, I was a bit 'mrrr' so I stepped out on my little 'porch' to have a cigarette. (My 'porch' is a slice of tree that sits outside my door.) As I was smoking, I look up passed the Devil Shed and see a shaggy neighbor dog trotting through the yard.
I just sort of mentally go 'argh, neighbor dog, please don't poop in our yard' and watch Big Shaggy as he trots around. As I'm halfway done with my cigarette, he seems to notice either me or the open door behind me, because he trots right over, tail a'wagging, like he owns the place and wants to come inside. And he finally enters the light from my porch, and I get a good look at him as he sits down just a few feet away from me, looking happy as a clam.
It wasn't a neighbor dog.
It was a coyote.
Coyotes at my folks' place isn't uncommon, what with living out in the middle of the wilderness area. We live in town. And yes, we do get coyotes down in here, but generally they're skittish, rather scrawny looking things. Not big, shaggy, handsome boys who act like they're Rover coming in for the night.
I just finished my cigarette, not taking my eyes off him, and he just sat there watching me, completely relaxed and at ease. I snuffed my cigarette in my ash tray, and he stood up and once I closed the screen door between us, he just trotted back off towards the shed.
I went back to bed and told myself not to forget about that, as it wasn't a dream, it actually happened. Sometimes I have trouble telling the difference.
Old. Dirty. Diapers.
Who does that? Aside from the Damn Dirty Hippies, of course.
Biohazard suits are now required for shed cleaning. ;)
Going to be getting painting done today! And we'll see what else. But first, a small story.
Animals love our yard. We've had a variety of neighborhood animals come in and hang out on our porch, and a history of animals just trying to get into our house as though they live there. Last night - I kind of crashed early, and without warning, apologies about that! - I woke up in need of the bathroom and found myself trapped in my room.
Due to a broken doorknob, this is very common, and usually I can jiggle the knob until it's aligned right. Last night I couldn't, and Nija had to come save me. Afterwards, I was a bit 'mrrr' so I stepped out on my little 'porch' to have a cigarette. (My 'porch' is a slice of tree that sits outside my door.) As I was smoking, I look up passed the Devil Shed and see a shaggy neighbor dog trotting through the yard.
I just sort of mentally go 'argh, neighbor dog, please don't poop in our yard' and watch Big Shaggy as he trots around. As I'm halfway done with my cigarette, he seems to notice either me or the open door behind me, because he trots right over, tail a'wagging, like he owns the place and wants to come inside. And he finally enters the light from my porch, and I get a good look at him as he sits down just a few feet away from me, looking happy as a clam.
It wasn't a neighbor dog.
It was a coyote.
Coyotes at my folks' place isn't uncommon, what with living out in the middle of the wilderness area. We live in town. And yes, we do get coyotes down in here, but generally they're skittish, rather scrawny looking things. Not big, shaggy, handsome boys who act like they're Rover coming in for the night.
I just finished my cigarette, not taking my eyes off him, and he just sat there watching me, completely relaxed and at ease. I snuffed my cigarette in my ash tray, and he stood up and once I closed the screen door between us, he just trotted back off towards the shed.
I went back to bed and told myself not to forget about that, as it wasn't a dream, it actually happened. Sometimes I have trouble telling the difference.
