Tale Of A Tail

Ralph has no problem finding new ways to amuse himself.  He has dragged a long piece of cord through the house, of course leaving it stretched out in the living room.  He may or may not get back to it one of these days.  Tables and counters are swept clear, all extraneous items to be found on the floor.  As if he had never seen it before, yesterday Ralph discovered his own tail, a wonderful toy he can play with at any time.  The tail would twitch and he would grab it.  Tail would escape and Ralph would chase it, pinning it to the ground.  Tail would sneak around behind his back, and Ralph would circle to the left and then the right, Tail staying just out of reach.  Ralph had darn near exhausted himself before he caught Tail and gave it a good chomp.  Game over.

The temperature was one or two degrees less yesterday; I will not say "cooler."  Hovering at 100, 94 in the house, it was a good day to let the mechanical servants do the work so I washed all the bedding to hang on the line.  Only an hour for the comforters to dry, and that at 4 o'clock.  Little birds played in the sprinkler and birdbath, and the more sedate turkeys waited until I'd turned the water off to settle themselves in the wet herb garden to cool off.  Bessie Anne and I went out several times to her pool and the hose mist, and later drove down to pick up the empty trash barrel just for the pleasure of the truck A/C.

No soap or fabric conditioner can compete with the perfume of sunshine and fresh air of laundry brought in from the line, aromatherapy at its finest.  It was a good (hot) day.