At long last I get to rest ... well, sort of. After yesterday's skunk encounter AGAIN, I wasn't much in the mood for cleaning up at the Patch. They thought I bailed on them, but it was the time change that made them think that. I started work at 9:30. That's when I found out I was the ONLY one cleaning and packing up the snack shack. It's okay, I'd rather do that than contemplate the skunk.
Here's a bird's eye view of the back half of the facility. Now you know how I can rack up seven to eight miles a day walking. The old dairy barn is full of pumpkins in bins and picnic tables. The bullpen and corral on the left, picnic tables for your relaxation and enjoyment. I didn't seem to get any of that this year.
I sneezed my brains out the entire time. That of course brought on fits of coughing. I ate those Ricola cough drops like candy. By noon I was done ... I mean really done. It was no matter though ... I now had to track down my voting ballot that SHOULD have been mailed to my address.
I'm pretty sure the Post Office personnel loved my coughing all the way in and out. I found eight pieces of mail telling me to vote before at long last, finding my ballot. I quickly filled it out and headed for the Community Center where they were accepting them.
Of course there was a big sign on the door ... MASK ... but alas, I had none. I coughed and sneezed my way through the door right up to the table. I don't know why a mask would be required ... they all were wearing them ... one gal had TWO on ... along with a huge plastic window surrounding them with a one inch slot at the bottom.
Surprisingly, they pulled up my name on their computer and dropped my ballot into a sealed and locked garbage can ... perfect to haul to the dump. Just kidding. It's amusing to me that everyone is so afraid of breathing in something, yet they TOUCH everything with no problem. That's an even better way to catch a cold.
Since I was just down the street, I headed off to the grocery store to stock up. I'm pretty tired of eating candy, past-dated tortillas and frozen taquitos. Oh wait .. there was that one garlic bread stick. Now I have bagels and lean cuisine to choose from. Whoopee!!
Interestingly enough, I found some off-brand canned pumpkin since Libby's seemed to be out of stock and NO graham crackers. There seems to be no rhyme or reason. Gingersnaps will have to suffice for that pumpkin cheesecake I plan on making.
Back to my buddy here ... I read up on what they like to eat. Stinky stuff like sardines or tuna supposedly works well, better than crackers and peanut butter. I picked up the trap, covered the hole with an old grain bucket and a huge piece of concrete and headed for the hole by the gate.
I enticingly dumped two huge pieces of tuna into the trap and set it up in the new location. You got it ... NO skunk this morning. I'm fed up and too tired to figure out how to win the war.
Oh well ..... easy come (not really), easy go (definitely)!!