* Not two comic book figures...just one...
Friday with a 'to do' list as long as my arm to accomplish before my WOW this Friday (got 13 coming! A 'real' coven!) what did I allow myself to be talked into by Excy and Vance but an afternoon movie break. And we saw 'Thor,' no less -- which I had zero interest in. Excy sold me because it had Natalie Portman, Anthony Hopkins, and Rene Russo in it. Vance said Kenneth Branagh directed it, and the 'hero' had the best-looking body he'd ever seen. So, the boys won out. If nothing else, I'd enjoy the eye candy. And WHAT eye candy! WOW. And you know what? It was actually a fun movie. Pleasant surprise.
Saturday was a day I've dreaded all week. A day spent in the yard, which was in serious need of help. It was beginning to resemble a long-abandoned lawn. Which I guess it was. I used to love to garden, but I can't physically keep it up any longer. Plus, the ticks and chiggers have gotten so bad it's like a horror movie. Living in the country has that going for it as a disadvantage. I told Excy I wish I had a haz-mat suit. I settled for two layers of clothes and a bathing cap under my sun hat, and rubber boots and gloves. Sprayed every 2 hrs. Feel like I got off easy with three ticks, only one that bit (of all places my ankle; I guess it was on some dead leaves that got into the boot), and a welt of poison ivy from when I fell against a tree weeding the triangle bed. Found another tiny seed tick (as small as the head of a straight pin) later. As long as I don't get chiggers, though, I guess I can cope. Chiggers itch for a week and leave marks.
When I was gone Thursday Excy finally got out a bird that had gotten trapped in our fireplace overnight. We have a fire stove in the LR. He said it took 1 1/2 hours. I asked what kind of bird it was and what color -- he said he didn't know and it was 'ash gray.' Haha.
Francis report: She has been coming up several times a day for dog food and vanilla wafers and tries to bury the wafers she doesn't eat, but the coons always sniff them out. Francis will politely lie in the yard and wait if we don't see her. She has at least three kits that we know of, because today they were out from under the tack room. They are as small as a 6-week kitten. I will try to get photos as soon as I can. I have another day planned in the yard tomorrow (I had to give myself a day off) and hopefully I'll spot them again.