Reata North sits on ground that was once open grazing/ranchland. Unfortunately, no one told the field mice that the human beans had taken over. So a few/some/three/a bazillion have moved in with us, seemingly overnight. Ugh. The pleasures of country living. Given all the rain we've had for the last week or so, I think they think this is the damned ark.
We beat a path to the home improvement store last night to get better mousetraps and I have to say, as Trapper Bick was preparing them, I was doubled over with laughter. Snap! "Oh shit." Snap! "Damn it." Snap! "Ouch." Snap! "&^@!&***." You just can't buy entertainment like that.
In other news, Pebbles and Slater are in NYC for a long weekend. Lucky ducks. They are up there visiting one of Pebbles' college friends who lives in New Haven. So there will be trips back and forth between CT and the city. I'm green with envy. Should be a fun time for them.
I'm feeling a little more inspired today. A good night's sleep certainly goes a long way in improving one's outlook. Along with lovely emails from friends. Thanks, Dana. Today looks to be a good day. And I am hopeful the rain will hold off long enough to allow us to get in our fall garden! I've got some soil amendments to add, but it may be too wet to till them in. I may have to just sidedress with them and be done with it. Those brussel sprout sets aren't getting any younger!
Lovely guided meditation on youtube.
ETA: Off to a spin class.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Build a better mousetrap.