Tracks
Mike,
Nothin’ like a new snow to let you in on the otherwise unseen goings on of one’s “wild” backyard — I’m guessing Felis silvestris catus from back right to front left, with an evidently time-other passage of Sciurus carolinensus middle left to front right.
Adam
I’m always checking out footprints in the fresh snow, human or otherwise, and this morning on my way to the end of the driveway to pick up the Globe I saw some that looked similar to my own. Yeah, like taking off two belts at the end of the day, I’d already gotten the paper a half hour earlier.
Comment by michael — February 28, 2008 @ 7:58 am
Like Pooh and Piglet ’round the tree on the trail of the Heffalump … Many people worry about who’s going to take care of them when they’re old — Mike needs a caretaker just ’cause he’s Mike …
Comment by adam — February 28, 2008 @ 8:06 am
That is literally laugh out loud funny! Thank you! I once spend 30 minutes looking for my glasses and they were in my hand the whole time. Seriously? Seriously…
Comment by Jen — February 28, 2008 @ 3:45 pm
It’s not just you, Mike. This morning I was out early looking for our paper, and not finding it on the porch, came back in to eat my Cheerios, sans paper. Mrs Rakkity came down and said, “Where’s the paper?” I explained that it hadn’t come. Mrs R. checks on these things. Two minutes later she came back in carrying the Denver Post, complaining how unobservant I am. It wasn’t on the porch, but to the left of it. Sigh…
Comment by rakkity — February 28, 2008 @ 9:40 pm
I believe we all have stories to tell. My worst, similar to Jen’s, is when I carried my old, near useless, out-of-date cell phone on my hip. With its pronounced presence I was continually conscious of where it was, until I answered it. Then – it happened three or four times – I’d reach down with my free hand and panic that I’d lost it.
Comment by michael — February 29, 2008 @ 8:04 am
Tricia will tell you I echo Rakkity’s story on an almost daily basis …
Comment by adam — February 29, 2008 @ 9:13 am