Sunday 16 Sept 2007

Our nephew Xander (age 10), who lives next door in the farmyard, came over this morning to show off three baby garter snakes he caught out in the garden. I did not have the courage to hold them, though was proud of myself the other day when I actually caught a moth in my bare hand without having to come upstairs for the insect trap (a glass and a piece of thin cardboard) kept on top of the fridge for catch-and-release missions. Fluttering moths have always given me the heebie-jeebies, before. This time my compassion actually extended to feeling friendly towards the fool thing that found itself drawn to the light in my bedroom, and I did not get the willies whatsoever! Will wonders never cease? Maybe one day ... a snake. Can't see it; but you never know.

Scott turns 48 today; now he's my age, the youngster. I've just taken a chocolate chip cake out of the oven and put in a chicken to roast for supper.

Will Scott make it home for supper? That is the question. He took Everett with him this morning to help lay out some steel girders (if I correctly understood what he was telling me) and then hoped to go pick up a truckload of wood we bought last fall. If there was time, he planned to go to a house under construction and haul sheets of gyprock indoors in preparation for starting the drywalling job this week.

It's his birthday; shouldn't he be taking the day off?
Silly fellow. I have never known anyone who lives to work, the way he does. Wait a minute, yes I have — my sister is married to a guy like that. Okay, I know two.

Scott seems to be over the West Nile thing. He's been back at work (practically double-time) for the past three weeks and is feeling fine. Full of piss and vinegar as usual.

After a week or two of cold weather, today it's hot. Shorts weather.

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