Sending Perry a text via Siri on my phone, my sentence began, “Oh, well…” To that, Siri automatically provided the emoji I should use… it was a whale, you guys. 🐳 Sadly, saying out loud, “oh, whale” is truly the exaggerated, southern version. That would be me… at least to Siri.
But I can honestly say I never EVER considered adding a cat door through an existing wall of a house. The gal that purchased my long-time home in the Ville can’t say the same.
I’m pretty sure she’s not lived in a rural area before and sincerely hope the other side of the kitty door install she shared on Facebook is in a closet with a closed door. The first o’possum that strolls in there to eat cat food may have her partner looking for a way to put that wall back like it was.
When your back yard is either corn or soy beans, you expect critters (especially mice) and plug every single teeny tiny opening that might allow them access to your home. In addition, I remember hearing packs of coyotes howl at night — so much so that we were careful with our dogs outside after dark. Can a coyote fit through there?
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! You know that sound you hear as a wide load is backing up? That’s what I woke up to this morning…
The ditch in front of the house in the Ville is already deep — so deep, in fact, that you can’t stand on the ‘bank’ and weed eat the bottom. A big ole’ pain in the butt to maintain in the summer! But evidently, it wasn’t nearly deep enough because the county showed up to dig early enough to wake me up, and after digging only one side of the ditch that runs the length of the front yard their dump truck was full. The lovely rocks stacked around the drive’s culvert are now nothing but a rugged display of how to waste time. If you need fill dirt, the county will soon have plenty to sell.
I figure I’d better soak in this experience. Once in Seymour, the whole ditch digging thing will be nothing but a memory. That mental list I’m keeping of the positive and negative aspects of moving just got one more mark on the positive side.
It may be freezing cold right now in southern Indiana, but ole’ Mother Nature is still hard at work painting amazing evening skies right here on the outskirts of the Ville. They say that ‘the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill‘ — and I will admit I often think of locating to other parts of the US where the climate is a bit less harsh. This is a view that I would surely miss. And, it’s a gentle reminder to me that it’s pretty darned green right here.
