I'm concerned about the vision of the chipmunk. Today, up in Centennial Heights, lunch, sitting on the steps. Little chipmunk running around in the tall grass...we're talkin jungle, hay, past due. Customer lives in Madison and this is an old beater of a mining house they picked up for a song and a dance...foreclosure...installed 20+ windows last fall, triple-pane. Hoped to work there winter, but no such luck. Did I tell you about trying to dig a sump well, March? Heh! Frozen ground, under the basement floor. Anyway, lunch time, munching on a venison sausage sandwich, Coke, some chips...little chippy out there be-bopping around, eye-balling the underside of the pickup I'd backed up almost to the steps. Ooop...what's this? Here comes chippy hopping up the steps. Maybe the sun was in his eyes. He got about a foot away and then maybe he winded me...da feet...da agony of da feet. Turns on a dime and runs through the jungle. So...sun in the eyes? Going blind like the chippy by my house? What?
Mosquitoes seem to have recovered...was concerned they might be in decline, but they showed up in force the other day. What was I doing? Putzing around in the garden I think.
Got the shop cleaned up this weekend...that's a task that's been about a year or two overdue. Onward! Ever onward!