Another mass shooting of children. I understand that my blog is an escape, of sorts, from the troubles in which we are all entangled, but I cannot pretend this didn’t affect us. Harry pointed out that an indicator of trouble just might be an 18 year old purchasing body armor. Let’s start by banning body armor for anyone who is not serving in a war zone.
It was another cool day, cloudy and pleasant. Harry worked hard in the studio, while I had to fulfill an obligation that kept me at my desk most of the day. Once I was finished, I made a Post Office run, and also delivered my bike to a local bike shop for a flat tire repair. That was quite an experience! The proprietor is a former bike racer from California, Steve Padillo, who also worked as a double for Robert Downey, Junior many years ago. Somehow (a midwestern wife) he has landed in Wentzville, Missouri.
Being Tuesday, it was dumpster day, and Harlan was in good form.
Although I was stuck in the house for much of the day, I was entertained by a visit from a pileated woodpecker.
When the woodpecker departed, it wasn’t long before I was entranced by a squirrel. I know squirrels are common to some, and pests, but Cedar keeps them from overstaying their welcomes here. Also, when I was in the seventh grade, we had a baby squirrel we raised in the classroom (thank you, Mrs. Ring!). I have loved squirrels ever since. This one was enchanting, on a day that I needed some fun. Little squirrel Nutkin!
In closing, here is Roscoe settling in for a snooze underneath Harry’s towel, which he pulls down to cover himself.
Let there be safe places, be well. Slava Ukraini! Peace… for the families of those slaughtered children, somehow, peace.
I love squirrels. Comedic bandits they are.
Peace. How can there be peace?
Slava Ukraini!
Too right, Linda.
Sad, indeed.
“Comedic bandits” Linda, my niece speaking of the squirrels. Perfect!! I LOVE squirrels, and Anne, I must say, it’s about time you share them! And, with great photos as usual!!! Harry, how about a squirrel sculpture teasing a fox maybe? Squirrels understand fun. They play tricks on one another, steel bird seed with aplomb, and rollic endlessly. Yay for the squirrel, definitely an existential non-human. AS to peace, we will never have peace when there is rabid superiority. How far can we take the “moral high road” without becoming a selfrighteous prig? Or, a hate filled extremist exhibiting idealism gone amok, i.e. Hitler. Our moralistic superior status must take some responsibility for these actions. There are too many of these psychotic killings to be shrugged off as anomaly’s.