Randomness

The baby bunny hopped by my window yesterday. He would fit with room to spare in the palm of my hand. So cute. The birds in the feeder are all bigger than he is. His little ears look like tiny, individual Tootsie-Rolls.
He would make a tasty treat for the local hawk.

The rose bushes that I so carefully pruned (twice) during the summer are once again growing at odd askew angles. The good news is they are still blooming and look lovely.

The mums arrived today. I picked up our six pots, one of every color.

Two months from now all the political ads will be removed from TV. All the political pundits on the news stations will be on to other news of the day. A president will be elected and life will go on as usual. Or not.

My husband's 70th birthday was last month. We went out to dinner with the family. I bought him a remote-controlled police helicopter. I have seen him look longingly at little kids in the neighborhood who have these so I thought he might want to go out and find some playmates.

I also paid for breakfast for him and his cronies on Wednesday morning. They call themselves the ROMEOs, which can be translated either Rich Old Men Eating Out or Retired Old Men Eating Out.

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Now it is a few weeks later. Every day I hear the helicopter taking off from the floor, the hassock, the coffee table, and hover around the furniture and if I'm not careful, my head. Jim is not yet skilled enough to land on my hand.

Soccer season is in full swing. The twins are playing varsity; Brittany is coaching junior varsity.

I spend four or five hours a day writing on my dissertation; some days are more productive than others.

The pulley rope on our 80-inch accordion blind broke a few days ago. The blind is stuck open two feet up from the window sill. If I'm sitting in front of the window I can see out. If I stand up, the view is blocked. When it gets dark we have to get into another room and turn the lights off in the great room. Jim was not pleased, at all, when the blind man (as in the shade man) told him what it would cost to come out and take the blind down and back to his shop to re-string. Not happy at all!

Thanks to a niece near Boston I have discovered that Cadbury is making a Halloween Cadbury egg. The yolk is green. I do like green eggs, Dr. Seuss. 

There is a huge, visible streak on the outside of our big window. Unfortunately, the stuck blind does not cover it up. I noticed it...well, in June.  Every time I sit and watch TV I look out into the back yard through the window and see the streak. It's rained since then but the streak remains. I think the snow may cover the streak come December.

I read three books last week. The first "City of Women" was a memoir about living in Berlin during WWII. The second was a memoir, "January First," about a four-year old with schizophrenia and the parents' struggle to find treatment for their little girl. The child has an IQ of way-off-the-scale (she knew the Periodic Table of Elements at the age of 4, for example). The third book was "Gold" by the author of "Little Bee." "Gold" is about Olympic cyclists. Right now I'm reading Elie Wiesel's newest "Hostage." Four very diverse books. All worthy of a second-look.

Well, there you have it, snippets of life in southern Indiana. And that's what I think about it.