This afternoon I saw a mouse and I screamed. My best, high-pitched girlie scream. I was sorting the recycling, bring the big bin from inside out to the two bins I keep in a shed. I opened the shed door and - mouse in recycling bin. Unfortunately he looked like he had simply fallen in and couldn't get out. Past tense. As bad as I feel about all that (I'll start storing the blue bins upside down) I'm grateful I didn't have to get him out of there scrambling and scratching. We finally (the royal "we" here) put up a little tent I bought Riley a couple of weeks ago. A Canadian Tire $17 tent that fits him and a friend. I am not a happy camper, but even I managed to get this one up within five minutes.
And a shot from the outside (no shoes allowed) - he put his welcome mat at the door flap to take care of that.
Finally : Confession. My house is a pig sty. When iMan is away, we have a cleaning service in every two weeks to vacuum, dust, do the bathrooms etc. I do the cleaning on the in-between weeks. But this last week I put me first, let a lot of things go, in order to spend time in my studio. I neglected the garden, the windows, the dog hair, the general tidying up, the cleaning out of the fridge of left overs - you get the idea. So today I stopped and came up for air, took a good look around and EGADS! I have another two days before the cleaners come again and I'm horrified. Basically I'm going to have to keep my eyes closed until Tuesday. Still, nice problem to have, I know.
August 2017 – Ten-Minute Art – 14
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