It’s been another week of the no-way-in-hell-is this-an-appropriate-temp-for-Boston-in-April: teens and 20s at night, highs in the 30s, snow every other day. The one day it got above 40 degrees didn’t count because the accompanying 50-mile-an-hour winds made my face hurt. So, I’m still a bit cranky. When I reviewed all the random notes I have jotted down as possible posts, none of them spoke to me, and one was clearly an unfortunate auto-correct accident. What exactly is “Waging. Nonviolence George lakes Betsy leondar-right”? Ya got me. Not only can you not make that up, you actually can’t do anything useful with it.
We no longer have a hamster who can save me in these moments, but I do have urban wildlife. So this week, I present to you the dozing squirrel. He’s a bit fuzzy, but I kid you not, last week when I looked out my back window I saw the squirrel laying still on a branch. It was so weird for a squirrel to be motionless in the middle of the day, it caught my eye; I watched him for a bit. He was in a sunbeam, and he was definitely dozing in it, cat-like. It was, of course, not a warm day — winter seems to have had one too many at the bar and can’t get up and leave. But the squirrel was making the best of it.
So here’s to sleeping squirrels, sunbeams on a cold day, and a hope that next week will bring warmer temps and an interesting blog.
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FTR, the “George” in “Waging. Nonviolence George lakes Betsy leondar-right” is a perfectly reasonable prompt for a post. Although I’ve no clue what it means, it clearly was NOT a mistake. 😛
Right! Silly me! It must be a post about how fabulous you are, especially at a lake? With Betsy? Is that secret drag queen name? LOL! 😜
Ha! No spilling my secrets on your dern blog! Save our friendship and just keep writing about squirrels.