Forgive me, I've been willing the Cardinals into the World Series all weekend. Right now it's 9 to 4, our favor, so I'm taking some time for myself.
I also spent a little time on yard work, alternatively known here as Catching Poison Ivy.
And - damn! The Brewers scored. I'll get back with you.
Between ball games and Gary's heavy work schedule, together-time has been scarce. We did manage to go out shopping today, just for birdseed.
Hundreds of dollars later, Gary had a fan club wandering behind him at the Wild Bird Store. Of course, the saleswoman loved him, they always do, but this time he actually had a random woman follow him through the store. She apologized, but she said she just found him "fascinating." Initially, he was picking out items similar to what she wanted, but then she became enrapt watching him make decisions.
For example, Gary said:
"Get me that squirrel baffle, it looks like something off a submarine." (This after he fought for easy squirrel access to the feeder.)
"That dragonfly wind ornament keeps bumping in to me. I'll buy it."
"No suet. Suet is sticky." (Saleswoman explains they sell non-sticky suet.) "Okay, get me six things of suet."
"And I need that birdbath heater." (Saleswoman explains he just bought a heated birdbath.) "Oh. Oh .... Okay then. ... Give me that squirrel feeder instead."
The Gary Fan Club was hypnotized. She thanked us for entertaining her when we left.
Perhaps I could rent Gary out.