Thursday, September 26, 2013

Catch me if you can!

He was a mere ten seconds into his dinner, attacking his food lest it evaporate mysteriously before he could consume it, then silence.  I looked up from my task in the kitchen to find him frozen in time, a long strand of drool hanging from his jowls as he stood twitching, completely engrossed in a backyard scene.  
Ah, yes; autumn.  Squirrels.  Un huh.  Oh yeah.

With a clean tug, I opened the sliding door so he could pursue his higher calling without crashing through the plate glass.  He's tried that before and it was not a pretty scene.  I spotted the culprit high in the dogwood clicking his tongue, no doubt taunting Eli with a "you can't get me!" chant that only a dog would find unbearable.  Not to be outdone, Maude got in on the hunt, sending up a howl to let the little guy know it was 2:1 and they would not back down.

The squirrel made an impressive dash for the ground and promptly climbed another tree with far better options: an easy to mount roof, neighboring trees, and a parallel yard separated by a fence that the dogs cannot scale.  

Little critter, little brain, but clearly capable of higher level thinking.  

And off he went, safe this time.  We shall see what tomorrow brings. 

Friday, September 13, 2013

A man for all seasons

From Helsinki, daughter of the Baltic Sea, to the shores of steamy Trinidad; from the inner harbor of Batimore, to the quiet Kansas plains; from Vancouver's diverse playground to the halls of Johns Hopkins, such was the meandering path of this man I share my life with. 

Happy Birthday, dear man!  You are a gem among stones.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Vegetable wisdom

Sister Mindy embraces her maternal bent, circa 1977.
Throw back your head, open your arms and embrace the harvest of your precious life.