What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

I awoke around 11am this morning (that’s LATE…even for ME) with a migraine and hurting all over. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE YESTERDAY?!

Sweet Jesus, my end of the house is CLEAN for the first time in a MONTH! Someone even rearranged the furniture and took Norton’s cage apart and cleaned it too! And it even SMELLS good in here!!! At this moment, every inch of my person is in pain – I’m not sure whether from the free-weight workout and yoga on Friday, tackling the greenery yesterday, or moving furniture and packing a month’s worth of cleaning into one evening (I have only a vague memory of those last 2 things). At least in my pain, I’m aware that I possess a vessel still capable of being somewhat productive. Perhaps some horseback riding would be in order today, to awaken those comatose gluteus muscles – yes, that would make my sweet pain complete.

Yesterday’s yard work was another one of those obsessive-compulsive things I seem so inclined at getting myself into. The kids hollered at me to get the camera and come see the unusual dragonflies. That was the last thing I remember before awakening from my stupor feeling as though my face was on fire, heart beating at what must’ve been at least 200 BPM and on the verge of bursting through my chest like an alien larvae. I was swimming in my own sweat and trembling all over to the point that it was difficult to return to the blessed AC of the interior of the house. I’m not sure that I recall what all transpired during the time of this heat-induced blackout, but the pruners and tree cutters were lying on the front porch and the jungle that was overtaking the driveway is gone, as well as the green stuff that blocked my view of the entrance to the road (gee…I may be able to exit my driveway now without having to hold my breath and hope some fool doesn’t come barreling down the road 40 miles over the speed limit to smash me!). Sobeit, all is well, and all that stuff.

I promised snuggs  some squirrelly stuff, so I hereby present some more of our famous Nutkin and his girlfriend. A third squirrel has joined company with these two, and I’m beginning to wonder if these guys aren’t beginning to feel a little too ‘at home’ in the backyard in close proximity to my feeders. ONE I could tolerate, but THREE?! I’m beginning to feel this may be turning into an invasion. Here’s Nutkin’s girlfriend – looks rather PLUMP, don’t you think? I’m getting VEEEERY uncomfortable now…



Nutkin himself appears to feel right at home on the bench beside my pond. Squirrels don’t eat goldfish do they?!



And here’s the newcomer to the little band of thieves…



My presentation of rodent-like creatures would not be complete without a hello from Thumper. Isn’t this such a sweet and charmingly demure expression?



Just goes to show, folks, LOOKS can be very deceiving. BELIEVE me, there is NOTHING humble and sweet about this rabbit. He’s the most ornery little cuss on the entire place. Aside from Kendall, of course.