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.
The Gladiator is Back on the Road
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Saturday, I decided to start the Jeep and get it ready to take to work for
a few days. It had been sitting for months. The battery was dead and
wouldn't ta...
On The Road Again.
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On Monday, I travel once again, up to the Delta, to those Flat Brown
Fields , for a short two-day review. After that, I will return to those
fields o...
Happy Mother's Day
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Mom, 2002
Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there!
My Mom died in 2010 at 86 years old.
She was the best Mom in the world to me and my two br...
The Mystery of the Yellow Room
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By Gaston Leroux. Published in 1907.
I going farther back in my "Locked Room Mystery" reading. The Mystery of
the Yellow Room is referred to as a classic b...
Just Another Day
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And here we are at the end of April. Dreadful time of year. Not least of
all because my birthday falls on the 30th.
This year, tomorrow is shaping up to...
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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