I’m stalling.
I’m getting really good at this! Finding things to do other than…
What’s that? There’s a chipmunk in the live trap that needs to be relocated? No problem. I’ll just take care of that now. Put plastic in the back of the car, grab the trap and talk to the chipmunk a bit, assuring it that all will be okay. Seat belt, key, and so on. Go way out of town, so the chippie doesn’t bother invading anyone else’s birdseed supplies. I’m surprised they stick around our yard, because our birdseed is secured in galvanized garbage cans in the garage. Well, that’s neither here nor there. The chipmunk has been relocated.
Back home, I’m ready to…
What’s that you say? The tree that broke off and was hung up some thirty feet up has apparently fallen to the ground in that last wind blast. No, I can’t see it up there anymore either. Just a minute, I’ll get the binoculars and double check. Nope. It’s gone. Must be down on the ground. Maybe I’d better pull on the wellies and go out and check. I’d hate to be traipsing around back there and have it come down on me. Or on the grandkids. (Who, by the way, never go back into that part of the woods.) Yup. All clear. Tree down where it will cause no harm. While I’m out here, a quick check for any leftover garlic mustard. Nothing to pull, so I guess I’d better head back in.
Pull up a chair and…
Wait, where ya going? Are you sure your prescription is ready? Oh, they called. Okay. Um…can I ride along? I’d like to get out a little bit today. Shoes on, grab mask and wallet, just in case. Seat belt, settle in. Twenty minutes or more filled up, just like that. And I’m nowhere near home, so can’t do a thing, other than enjoy the beautiful weather and the minimal traffic at this time of day. What am I worried about traffic for? I’m not driving. I can even wait in the car at the pharmacy and watch the people go by. Maybe the scrip won’t be ready, and he’ll have to wait. Whoops! No such luck. Head for home.
Breathe in, breathe out. Ready, set…
What? Turkeys in the front yard! Lemme see. Head for the front windows. Sure enough, two adults, one juvenile, and two very young ones. I see the blue heads and necks of the adults bobbing around in the weeds. One disappears into the woods, but the other steps out proudly onto the lawn and starts aerating. These are not attractive birds. Ben Franklin, didn’t you see them outside of breeding season? Long legs, brown feathers, huge feet (the better for scratching in the dirt, which is what they’re doing just now), and those ugly blue necks. Easy to see where the term turkey skin came from. The little ones sure are cute though, especially the youngest ones. They haven’t developed those powerful legs. They’re still fat little quail-sized…oh, my gosh, wouldn’t they taste good? All right, all right, forget that. They’re melting into the woods anyway, so no chance to nab one.
Back to…
Oh dear. I was supposed to clean the bathrooms earlier. Well, buck up, lady. Might as well do it now and get it over with. That doesn’t take long anyway, and then it’ll be time to create something for supper. I’ve still got the evening to get the other stuff done.
Going to bed already? It’s barely ten o’clock. Okay, g’night!
Sit down at the table. Again. Place fingers on keyboard. Just get typing the rest of that chapter. It won’t write itself.
And I’ve run out of time to manage. Sigh.