WhenWeAreQueen

Oh, I have been gone awhile.  Busy with a special project at work; Tobie has been hogging the computer; depressed over the statist drift of the country.  And Max and I have become addicted to “Heroes,” catching all the back episodes on Netflix.  I’ll catch up to things today, dribs and drabs of thoughts.

In our quest to share living space with every genus of animal on the planet, we have acquired a mouse.  Seems the mild-mannered critter was left in a box on our across-the-street-neighbor’s front porch, apparently as a practical joke.  She is not a mouse-admirer and was happy to off-load said rodent on her all-too-willing neighbors.  He (she? it?) is an inoffensive little beast, latte-colored, and currently hiding in the sleeve of my shirt, up by my elbow.  The cats, interestingly, were blase about having Mus musculus paraded in front of them, perhaps planning a sneak offensive for a time when Mus is unguarded.  At any rate, we’ve named it Albert, which I guess means it will be living with us for the time being.  After snakes, lizards and psycho-rabbits, a mouse is no trouble at all.

Re:  The afore-mentioned quest.  No birds.

Who watches fishing shows on TV?  Is there really q wide audience for them?  I don’t have the imagination to know how desperate I would have to be to sit on the couch and watch two men in a boat periodically drawl about a large-mouth bass.  Pretty damn bored is my guess.