It occurs to me that I may have let a golden opportunity slip through my fingers this summer. As I was scooping up yet another of Bob's mouse carcasses just now, it dawned on me that if I had been saving and tanning them, I could have made myself a lovely mouse pelt boa to wear this winter with my red wool coat. You know like those mink or fox stoles women used to wear with the animal biting the tail of the next one. But alas so many pelts have been squandered already, I doubt I could gather enough of them to make one big enough to wear. I mean a 50 mouse boa would be impressive. A 10 mouse boa would be just plain weird.
But there's always next summer!
It's so nice to sit out here in comfort without any electronic equipment. Scratching away with my fountain pen in the serious journal. I've had just about enough of people and computers for one day. And it turns out that scooping up mice carcasses is actually rather soothing, compared to the bustle of a busy workplace. Boy that sounded weird, but it's true, what can I tell you?
A few tomatoes are starting to turn red and a few have been nibbled on by the mice despite our Bob doing his best to keep them in check. I can only imagine our yard without his crazed efforts. I think they are particularly bad this year because our neighbor straight behind us doesn't really do anything with their yard. So there are weeds and dry places where the mice like to hang out. They just come over here to steal tomatoes and strawberries and play Russian Roulette with Bob.
I checked the peaches on the tree and they are still as green as grass. I guess they are a late ripening variety. I wouldn't mind eating a nice ripe peach right now, but looks like I'll have to wait. The sun is low in the sky now and thinking about going down. I wonder if he got confused today not being able to see where he was going with the clouds and all ?
Okay off to read a little more hairy Potter and go to bed.