Yeah- its hot here, just like everywhere else in the U.S. of A.
I haven’t done much, except decide to get serious about some weight loss.
I’ve been keeping my food log, preparing some pretty decent low-cal food, and started using Erik’s “Tony Little Gazelle” to work out, since the aforementioned heat means that I don’t want to go for a bike ride or engage in any activities that would require me to move at more than slug-like speeds while I’m in a non airconditioned environment.
Tuesday nite I did 2 miles on the Gazelle, and watched an old episode of NCIS that was DVR’ed sometime in the past. Last night I Gazelle’ed for 3 miles and watched another episode of NCIS, then putzed around trying to take apart an old picture frame that I bought at the thrift store…I ended up having to have Jorgie help me because I’m wimpy. I did get the frame painted, but I still need to find a mat board for the picture, and since I didn’t do an measuring tonight, I guess that project will be delayed for at least another night.

Last week I bought a very cool picture of a sunflower to hang in the bedroom. I’m thinking of hanging it over the bed, but it weighs a ton and I’m afraid it might come crashing down in the night and bean either E. or I. I need to consult with Jorgie on the best method for hanging this behemoth.

Our neighbor’s Liz and Kurt have a flock of free range chickens, and they did have 2 domestic geese. About a month ago, one of the geese went missing, and while I was mowing out front, I found an ominous trail of feathers, leading to a goose corpse. I dug a big hole and buried the poor thing, and now we have this solitary goose wandering around. He is very sad, and at first kept to himself, but we noticed this morning that he has now attached himself to the flock of chickens. He has this look of resignation on his face, like “oh my God, I’m hanging out with chickens. I can’t blame him either chickens are complete idiot pea-brains. When they try to roost in our trees at night I like to put the ‘firehose’ attachment on the hose and blast them with water. There is nothing better than a pissed off wet hen.

Kurt has taken to lifting Mr. Goose into their swimming pool and letting him swim around. He apparently is outraged at the lifting and carrying part, but does enjoy the swim. I guess we need to find a new wife for Mr Goose at some point, but we probably need to get the fox population beaten back first. With Nickie gone, Liz and Kurt just have Emily and Casey. Nick was all about going on patrol and keeping the vermin at bay, and Casey would join him on his forays. Emily decided a long time ago that a life of leisure was her calling, and she can’t be bothered chasing much of anything. Casey is pretty small- about fox sized and is better at being someone’s emergency backup dog.
So anyway, since Nick’s passing, undesirables have begun to flourish out our way, including a $%(# skunk who thinks its just dandy to live under our deck.
If things go according to plan, this fall sometime Jorgie and I will fence in a patch of our land and we will get a couple of small dogs. Jorgie wants a mini dachshund and I want a cardigan corgi, so we will probably get one of each. Neither one will be much for keeping any vermin larger than a toad or frog at bay, but the fence should help keep some of the undesirables away.