Monday, March 2, 2015
I've not been a knitter either. I don't think I've picked up my needles for nearly two weeks! Yikes. "That kind of behavior is NOT contributing to any progress on your lacy scarf," I tell myself, pointing a finger at my nose. I shrug my shoulders; I turn away; I sit at the piano; I promptly forget the reprimand and the knitting. When I was a teacher, I saw teenagers in the classroom do this, and wonder how they could ignore what seemed so important to me... hmmm... I get it.
To redeem myself a bit, I'm going to point out that I have been observant. I spotted a new critter, a little prairie dog, who evidently has taken up residence under the cattle guard at the entrance to my road, coming off the highway. I don't think he's been living there long, but this was the second time I spotted him. This time, I saw him pop up out of the grate; I stopped the car; he sat there for a few moments, giving me time to pull out my iPhone and snap a picture through the front windshield. "Well, little fella, I hope that you are smart and fast. Living right on the highway could be a hazard. Talk to your realtor."