I’m turning to my husband today for news from our corner of the universe. Nothing is inspiring me, but he’s got plenty on his mind.
From the Job Jar.
The weather on Easter weekend was marvelous. Sunny and mild. So much so, Reiner removed the plastic insulation from the windows. The entire house heaved a heavy sigh of contentment, gulping in the fresh air as if it had been holding its breath since last November. Or maybe that was just me.
Unfortunately, several strips of paint came away with the removal of the plastic film. Today he had planned to touch up the damage.
“I’m going to have to wait for a warmer day so we can keep the windows open.”
It snowed overnight.
More sighs from both of us.
The Never-ending Battle
Reiner keeps a journal. Every day he records weather stats, whether or not we fired up the wood-stove, our trips to town, the status of his projects, and so on.
He also tallies the number of mice he trapped.
Yes, we have cats. Four, actually.
And yes, we have mice. The mice are cagey, though, and live in the drop ceiling of the room in the lower level of the house. Only once or twice have they ventured to the living area. The cats have a grand old time. The mice? Not so much.
For two years now, he has sealed up any openings around the windows and the house foundation. Each time he declares, “That should do it.” And each time he is foiled. Once, there was talk of an infrared heat detector thing-y. I think the price tag squelched that idea.
Today, he announced, “I’m making a mouse tally spreadsheet!” He wants to determine if the rodent population is as big as he thinks, or if he’s imagining it.
After a few minutes of data entry, I hear, “The numbers are going up! It’s pointless!”
The battle continues.
By Popular Demand
Speaking of cats: apparently, according to his journal, we first pet Dot on August 31, 2017. It’s been non-stop cuddles and snuggles and smooches ever since.
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