With the doors open and the insects returning, I have myriad flies practicing their “zooming.” It’s a given when the weather is this gorgeous and the doors are open. However, I do not worry about swatting them or ridding myself of them. I know where they end up!
While vacuuming, I went to my music room, aka the “insect cemetery.” This room faces southwest and it seems to be where the little fliers go to “rage against the dying of the light.” I had been ignoring the room since the temporary suspension of “The Tipsy Trio” nights. Oops. I had quite a few burials in the dynamic Dyson.
Of course, while in there, I brought out the music and entertained myself. I didn’t give the insects a rendition of “Amazing Grace,” but rather pounded out Dido’s “White Flag.” The words, “I will go down with this ship,” seem to have been appropriate.
I have got to get back to Tipsy Nights. I am definitely out of practice.