Whiskey on a Sunday

There's a Mourning Dove sitting in the top of a dead spruce in the neighbor's yard. They always look a little taken aback by whatever situation they find themselves in. "Wow, how'd I get up here? Are those my feet? Hey, look how they grip that branch! -- Whoa!~ My wings are flapping! Where am I going now? Ahhhh!" Right up there with their cousin pigeons for total cleverness sometimes, but I like listening to them call.

Yesterday I had lots of fun playing junior engineers with my shovel in the driveway. I was diverting water all over the place, trying to hasten the drying out of the mud pit. I had things fairly nicely dribbling away and somewhat smoothed out, then a friend came to visit and drove her car right into the thick of it. It was a small car which used to be a nice pale blue, and I think the roof will make very colorful paving to park our cars on, once the mud congeals around it. Our friend got out okay before it sank, and I tried the Force levitation thing to lift it out. Couldn't budge it.

We have this lovely new toy here. It's a miniature greenhouse, which is actually four wire mesh shelves, roofed with plastic and standing about five feet tall. It sits in front of the picture window now, sort of blocking half the view, but soaking up lots of sun. The idea is to lay flats of starting seeds in it to grow until they can be taken outdoors. Then the whole unit can go out. Unfortunately, I haven't actually started any seeds yet. And I keep looking at it and thinking that it would be fun to put four cats in it, one for each shelf. And we could watch them yowl and paw at each other through the mesh. I'd have to vent the plastic so they would have air.

Probably not a good idea, on second thought. Maybe if I alternated the shelves with cats and Mourning Doves. Like that (very) old Tull song, I've got "That Sunday Feeling", and that twitchy desperation to put it to good use before, like the Mourning Dove, I find myself standing incredulously in the middle of Monday. I suppose I could plant some seeds and get them into the greenhouse. That would be way useful. Also, there's supposed to be band practice tonight. Time to get cranking on the summer repertoire, which we were supposed to be doing during the winter. Time just gets away so. Stand by for the Fifth Business rendition of 'The Little Gypsy Girl'. We're going to see if we can get Stuart to dance and play the box at the same time. (He doesn't know that yet.)

I think I'll go play in the mud some more.