For the past week I have tried to post everyday, but yesterday I missed. The goal is blown. Instead of writing I spent the day in my shop cutting feathers. My latest Intarsia project is a large bird with his wings spread. The feathers become the bird. The goal for this project was to finish by May ’23. It is still possible but only if I never sleep, never eat, spent zero time with Lovely, and grind wood the whole time. It’s not gong to happen. I like to sleep, and eat, and spend time with Lovely that’s why.
A new challenge has arrived to make my Intarsia project a dream, Spring! Yesterday we had a genuine beautiful day, sunny, warm, and breezy. The girls are wearing shorts again, and some guys too, but I don’t lear at guys like I do at girls!
Spring is when “. . . Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it . . .
Then last night as I was retiring my step grandson came to me as white as a sheet to explain that as he opened the garage door to get some night air, he saw a long skinny thing (snake) about 2 cm in diameter slithering past. I looked at him and said “he’s probably horny from being in hibernation since last September. Did he come after you?”
“But, but, but, is he dangerous?”
“Of course not, most likely it is a garter snake, and even though he looks ominous like all snakes do, he is harmless.” The conversation shifted to a discussion on why I should fix all the cracks and crevices between the garage door and the floor to keep him out of the garage. I went to bed.
Today, I’ll search the area and see if I can locate his den. I don’t know what I’ll do if I find him except to greet him with a cheery “happy spring,” and chase him off to the wetlands behind the house. Of course if I happen to come upon him while in the garage he’ll scare the shit out of me and cause me to run to the hardware store to buy a new weather strip for the door.
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