(Apologies to John Belushi.)
If yesterday was a preview of coming attractions, it's gonna be a wild weekend. Larry, Taylor, Pete and Jake arrived in early evening and the race was on. It was a nonstop comedy show with the guys telling stories on each other and themselves, some of which I knew and some which were jaw-dropping news to me, but all funny as all get out. It was nearly two a.m. when I got to bed, so if this is late getting posted... well.
I'm watching a tree squirrel sitting on the deck railing munching on something (probably something I wanted to keep) and watching me watch him. I don't know why, but a ground squirrel comes daily and digs holes in the flower pots, the tree squirrel is a new visitor.
I don't remember if I mentioned it, but the door to the downstairs room had somehow been shut and locked some months back. Not a big deal, except I couldn't find the key and the other two doors were dead-bolted. (There are a lot of doors in this house.) Larry has house-breaking talents I never suspected, because he was able to get the door open and it was such a relief. The extra beds are down there and I needed space for Pete and Jake to sleep.
With company in the house, I had to excuse myself when it was time to put the kids to bed and I was afraid it was going to be a challenge to get the chicks into their coop. Guess what. Those little kids had tucked themselves in all on their own. As they say in the South, "Bless their little hearts."
It's going to be a super-fine day!