“Yes, I’ll take your offer. I’ll do it to help the birds,” I texted the Facebook Market Place shopper. The object of negotiation, an unused still in the box AC/DC adaptor charger for a Droll Yankee Flipper bird feeder battery, sold for $29.88 online. The potential buyer offered $5- a $3 reduction of my reasonable… Continue reading A Second Helping
Santa’s coming to town soon and whether you believe or don’t believe (I fall somewhere between.) he has a message for all and it’s not what the song touts. “You better watch out.” Although this advice is sound the word “better” flavors the advice with a threat. “You better not cry.” Crying is cathartic. This… Continue reading A Laughing Matter
“The hose is put away.” I crossed off the task on my Autumn To Do list. One done and a bazillion to go. Luckily the Midwest “second summer” temperatures coaxed the hose stretched across the lawn from rigid to pliable. I wound it into a storable coil and heaved it into the sidelined wheelbarrow parked… Continue reading Anita’s, and Earth’s Autumn To Do Lists
“That thieving critter raided the bird feeder again last night,” I complained to Mike who had heard me call the raccoon, thieving critter, so often that for a moment he thought it a subspecies of the northern raccoon rather than the pesty, aggravating backyard pest. I baffled the feeders, sprayed the perimeter with coyote urine,… Continue reading Otherwise Known As Thieving Critter
Dear Summer, It wasn’t easy for me to accept the end of our relationship. You’re the one who chose to leave. It’s you, not me! I may no longer have you in my life, but I have the memories. We'd plan our day. Would we bike familar paths? Photo by Philipp M on Pexels.com We… Continue reading Dear Summer, It’s You, Not Me
A Few Choice Words By Anita 