Mornin', Kids.
The best laid plans...
My intention, last night, was to enjoy my evening alone and read my new book. Sure it was. Murphy's Law of plans took over.
I was doing a test of settings on my camera and headed outside to take some pictures in the dark. (It's a long story about how this all came about.) When I opened the front door something whizzed past my head and into the house. A wren, who had roosted in my autumn door wreath, was startled awake. It couldn't know that that was only the beginning of fear. We have three cats.
It flew into the dining room, with all three in pursuit. I don't know how but Callie caught it, wouldn't let go of it, and promptly ran into the master bedroom with me right behind her ordering her to drop it. Under the bed they went. I grabbed a broom to force her out and she let go of it. It came out, she followed and caught it again. I grabbed her, she let go of it, and under the bed it went while I put her in the bathroom. I opened the slider to the deck and that dang bird flew to different locations high in the room and even to the curtain rod above the door but it would not go outside. Jim was teaching his night class and there I was alone trying to get that little wren out of harms way.
Cats were meowing behind different doors and I stuffed robes under them to keep birdie and kitties apart. When I had a chance, I scooped up Callie and put her out in the main house with the others. Two hours later Jim came home. He shooed and chased that little bird until it sought refuge under the dresser.
When Jim had come into the bedroom with us, the robe under the door had been pushed aside and birdie found an exit under the door to where the cats were waiting. I heard cats scrambling and figured out what had happened. I ran out and found them in the kitchen, cats looking up and bird panting on the top of the cabinets. I opened the kitchen slider to the porch and, thankfully, we shooed it out there. I opened the porch deck door, closed the slider to the bedroom, and Jim and I worked on shooing it out the open door. It took several attempts but finally the little guy found freedom and flew out into the night. Whew! No doubt he spent the night on that dang wreath. It was now after 11 PM. I've decided to bring that wreath in. We live in the woods and are surrounded by autumn. I don't need to put fake autumn on the door. Well, it was cute but I'm not doing this again.
When I finally was able to go to bed I did read about five pages of the book. Good stuff!!! If Murphy will allow, I'll read more tonight.
Oh....and the scale was the same this morning BUT I've retained a ton of fluid. Rings are tight, face is puffy, joints ache. Using Blue's Scale Algorithm that means I lost something that will eventually register once I lose the fluid. So there we are. A story to tell and a prospective weight loss. I'll take it!
And with that I bid you a very happy Friday Eve.
Later 'gators.
Last edited by BlueEyes2 : Thu, Oct-20-16 at 08:09.
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I'm sure you look wonderful in your fall ensembles. The weather here is not yet fall, but I'm sure looking forward to it. Summer is my least favorite season, but it wasn't too bad this year, i.e., over 100-degree heat waves lasting 4-6 days. It was mostly in the 90s, which I can bear -- just barely.
Having houseguests can throw a wrench into any plan. Keep doing what you're doing. You'll be there in NO time! I am so impressed.
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