A raccoon died in the front yard. Not sure why. This morning we saw it hiding the garden. Occasionally it would move around-- walk a few feet and then curl up in a ball.
After an hour of this, it stopped moving. RO poked it with a stick and it didn't react.
I picked it up with a garden fork, carried it the bush at the rear of the property and flug it into the bushes.
Selective Outrage
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*The Son and the other 15 Co-Workers who had worked for the Company the
longest who got Laid Off, also got screwed out of Qualifying for
Unemployment B...
Have You Noticed All the Black Autos around
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It seems that there is a lot more Black Autos with black grills lurking
around. Seems that everyone wants to drive a Black Vehicle. Mimicking those
Gov...
The Manticore
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By Robertson Davies
2nd book in the Depford trilogy, following the Fifth Business.
A satisfying book, though it has a lot to say about Jungian psychology...
Halloween
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On Halloween, I took a half day and drove to the west side of town to see
Max and spend Trick-or-Treat with Tinkerbell. When I arrived, Max and his
girlf...
Action, meet Consequence
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I’m currently recovering from having half of my large intestine surgically
removed. Even staring back at that sentence, it feels surreal. Reality
still h...
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Dad
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*Growing up in our household was like a roller coaster ride, what with slow
suspenseful climbs, ups & downs, twists & turns, and brain-rattling rails
and...
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