It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

One of the tasks I have already accomplished on this bright Monday morning is that of unsubscribing from junk emails. Sometimes it takes quite a bit of investigation to actually figure out the hoops, though most times it proves to be a single click.

“You are receiving this email because you have requested our newsletter.” Hm. I did not. What did I do to provoke the onslaught of information from you? To which lists was I directed after researching some idiotic thing I wanted to know, thus engaging the unsolicited missives from you?

Alas. It seemed like a providential start to the week – cleaning and taking out the trash. Onward ever, ceasing never. (The motto of the graduating class of ‘55, LHF. Thank you, Mother.)

The band rehearsed and is playing tonight! My music room is storing the instruments and we’re ready for the big concert. Join us if you can.

This cracked me up – and it is a reminder that yes, I will see you later! Taking a few days away and finding a new photo for the Fall publications. Adios!

One day late, but catching up!

I’ve just completed the Sunday puzzles, placing the “w” in the last spot. Monday whizzed by with that minor accomplishment achieved. It just seems to be a necessary duty before the week can properly begin, otherwise it’s a nagging feeling of unfinished business. Now Monday may commence, even though it is six pm.

The ritual of fall planting will find its place on the agenda this week with the procurement of chrysanthemums and tulip bulbs. Flu shots, checking the furnace filter, and tending to the septic field are also on tap.

It’s a glorious week, replete with “abundant” sunshine, as the weatherman predicted. We shall be enjoying it before the hint of winter seeps in, and taking to our tasks in preparation.

My free time has been rather sporadic lately, and happily so.

Perusing my Pinterest feeds and other such wonderful apps during a down time, I came across this useful little tip, which hopefully will never need employing for any of us. Rather than read the tip, I just spent an inordinate amount of time wondering why someone thought to post this? On Pinterest? Maybe it could lead the reader to a possible craft?

Speaking of crafts, it’s Fall, and abundant pumpkin opportunities abound for little pumpkins. Now those I am hoping to employ as soon as possible!

The lawn improvement equipment has been cleaned and stored for the winter, even though it promptly rained again after my meticulous work. Next on the chopping block? The flowers.

It’s probably a good thing I live where we have four seasons as I am tired of my beautiful blooms and tending to them just as Fall arrives. I’m apparently only good for four months of horticultural nurturing. Soon the lawn furniture will take its place in storage and the cold winds will chase us indoors.

While I may not yearn for the snow just yet I am totally ready for a hard freeze. Achoo!

She had to have a mission.

I gave my lovely granddaughter a bunch of push pins to carry in the Kubota while my husband and I drove her down the road. We really are not the most responsible grandparents, are we?

Well, we all wore helmets at ten miles an hour, so in a way we are being responsible. And she is really detail-oriented so the push pins with sharp edges were handled well. And we didn’t even tell her parents what we did. I think we are exceptionally responsible. Unless they read this.

Our goal was to post a missive from the HOA president on the mailboxes with wood posts, push- pinning the missive to them. At least ten minutes of time was dedicated to this venture. Quite frankly, we all enjoyed the outing. (Especially the president who is still trying to replace herself! )

Pokey things and dangerous objects, like motorized vehicles. I’ve decided that we are in charge of all of that. And thankfully, the parents of my little pup trust us.

I guess we did raise one of them.

Since we ditched the four-year requirements for literature and history in our high schools and colleges, I’m leaning towards educating via the roads. Our signage should consider the public’s dearth of knowledge and encourage more readin’ and writin’.

It will require an amount of cleverness, but I believe it can be done. Send your ideas to CDOT.

Yesterday I arose with the dawn. Determined to spend a brief time with the newspaper before church, I proceeded to the bottom of the driveway. There was no material for the day, but a chance to perhaps solve the mystery of our half-eaten, usually day-old news delivery mode.

I sat on the bench in the music room working on a copy of the LATimes puzzle. I kept en eye out for the delivery driver and possible thief. I was near the end of my exploration when a family member walked by me and commented, “Your paper is out in the neighbor’s field.” We laughed our heads off. Apparently it was too dark for me to notice the remains and I had suffered the hard planks of my bench for no reason.

This week’s detective work continues. It’s good to have goals.

Why that came to mind? I didn’t get to watch “Lost in Space,” but I’ve heard that line enough to feel that I have. It doesn’t really apply to anything other than the little mystery we’ve encountered here in the ‘hood.

For the past two mornings our newspaper has arrived, deep teeth marks, gashed and torn to shreds, strewn across the neighbor’s yard. (She gets all the fun stuff. The deer, falcon, our litter.) My best guess is that the driver throws the paper, a wild animal (fox) mistakes it for a small creature and scoops it up, demolishing it and dragging it to its death until realization kicks in.

There is always a silver lining though. The puzzle section has remained intact. At least the creature has discriminating tastes.

Two puzzles and a cup of caffeine await and hopefully no serious danger in the day.