The household internet has failed me. Come to find out we have an antique cable modem that probably won't survive through this post.
Strangely, a ceiling fan that stopped working ten years ago began spinning happily while we were at work. It's stopped now; I don't know when that happened.
Perhaps it stopped yesterday while I was semi-conscious from lack of oxygen. That began Friday, when I went to a lovely Dove Chocolate Sales party hosted at a home I covet. A home with character and spiraling solid wood steps and fireplaces and a lovely smell of bricks and dirt and age. A home with two short flights of concrete steps that left me a little winded. I never caught my breath because I began talking (Strangers! Must tell secrets!) so I never caught my breath.
The "winded" didn't leave me until I slept through all of Saturday. There were other signs of illness as well, which would punch me in the belly. I never know if the digestive problems are from the initial illness or from chugging cough syrup.
The worst thing was I came back from this lovely South City home to my filthy house and then was too ill to clean it. Being ill in a dirty house is the worst feeling ever. Gary was very sweet and kept telling me the house looked fine. He was not sweet enough to clean it.
Gary has received two lovely gifts from me recently: a miniature espresso machine and a bird camera, and he has used both this past week FINALLY no I'm not bitter. (It's payback for the "You haven't eaten all the chocolate candy I got you today! It is going to rot!" that I heard through my birthday month.)
The bird camera was trained on a box of corn we set out for the squirrels. Not so many "cute" squirrel photos. We got one good video of the camera falling over:
... and one revelation. No one has seen the groundhog yet this year. I now know why. The opossum has taken back the warren.
I'm glad you're feeling better.
But yes, crows are evil. Even Stephen King thinks so. Messengers for evil.
I think I am the only person in North America who like possum and I'm not talking about what's for dinner. I've always found them adorable...at a distance.
Posted by: Becs | April 29, 2012 at 11:54 AM
ewwww...opossums creep me out. One tried to keep me from going into my own house one night by standing guard on the gate. He wouldn't budge, even when I gently ran into the gate with my car. And those beady eyes...
Posted by: Kristie | April 29, 2012 at 12:23 PM
The camera falling over made me LOL. Thank you.
Posted by: Marcia | April 29, 2012 at 09:10 PM
I read that an average possum is probably smarter than most dogs. They seem stupid because they move so slowly.
Posted by: Zayrina | April 29, 2012 at 11:23 PM
I love crows! It's people who are evil.
Posted by: Hattie | April 30, 2012 at 10:09 AM
Becs - They do have big eyes.
Kirstie - At least they don't dart around like bugs, like squirrels do.
Marcia - I guess a crow landed on it.
Zayrina - Well, and they drool. More than dogs.
Hattie - But when they all get together up in the trees and scream, you like that?
Posted by: TheQueen | April 30, 2012 at 09:20 PM