On our way home from Kelvington Tuesday afternoon, Emil and I spotted this coyote standing on a frozen slough, watching/listening intently to something going on inside what is likely a muskrat house. Coyote probably thinks whatever it is will come out and be lunch if he waits long enough.

While down in Chicago, coyotes stroll right into busy restaurants! See this.

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No ham and scalloped potatoes around our house for Easter. The boys are away; Scott cooked some pork chops and perogies around 3 this afternoon; and I went into town to see Grandma. We drove around for a while, got ice cream treats, and I had her back at the lodge in time for supper.

Then I came home and worked at my desk for a couple hours.

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Spent Friday night in the city with Cathy and her girls; shopped like a mad thing on Saturday — spent $600 — half on food staples from Steep Hill and the rest on two new phones and polishing off some gift cards Dad gave us for Christmas.

Man there's heavy traffic in Toontown these days. Scott tried to get me to take his truck instead of the van (so the shake/rattle doesn't do more damage to things it's in contact with) but I am all about being able to see something when I shoulder check, and don't seem to when I drive his half-ton. It has a topper on the back and that just messes up my vision. I'm nervous enough driving in all that traffic when I haven't done it for a while, let alone not feeling confident that I can see what's happening in the lane beside me.

Betcha Huff is on; I'm going down to see.

Still no dead mouse. Scott discovered a crust of bread under a bottom drawer in the kitchen. Mouse must have dragged it there from the dog's or chickens' pail of scraps.

NP: Joni Mitchell, Travelogue

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