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I now have so many of the same basic raccoon and opossum clips that it’s become ho-hum. I need to go back through the ones I got from the beginning that I was so excited about and weed them down. Computer anthropologists of the future will wonder why I have 10 million pictures of the same flowers and the same garden and the same wildlife. (JK – I don’t believe in computer anthropologists because there is no way anything will be that back-compatible.)

I recently came across a hard copy of that novel about hairbands (meaning Poison and Ratt, not like devices to hold your hair out of your eyes) that I wrote about 15 years ago. I re-read a part where the protagonist was concerned that by sound too confident about his band, he would come across as conceited.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Do kids today even know the word conceited? I’m sure there’s a generational divide on this topic.

Different times.

We are nearing an interesting time with the daily posts because I am ready to upgrade to my new computer finally and something is bound to come up to give me trouble and I won’t want to deal with posting. If I disappear, that’s what’s going on.

Mom wanted us to make a little pit stop on our way to her house to get some of her favorite brandy that isn’t always easy to find.

But the All Star Liquor in Hilt, CA has it. Extra stop to visit a well stocked adult beverage store? No problem at all.

While we were there we saw our friend Jack Daniel and Captain Morgan.

And these Kahlua figures guarding the ice machine. Great customer service, too. They carry your purchases to your car for you.

Toes is another next door cat. Once, he and I were friends. He would come over and we’d hang out.

But then every time I saw him in my yard he was taking a crap. Like a crap right in the middle of the garden.

I would run out there and yell: do I take a crap in your yard?

Then he got so used to it he would just squat there and stare at me while I yelled so I started running out there waving a rake at him.

That annoyed him. So now he waits until I’m washing dishes. I’ll be standing at the sink looking out and he will wait until I see him and then calmly take a crap while holding eye contact. Clearly this is someone I crossed in another life.

Even in the middle of the night he’s looking right at me while he sprays.

My doctor thought I should exercise more. Of course I talked to her during the middle of work from home. Normally I take the bus and walk all over downtown running errands and grabbing lunch so my sedentary ways were tied to a unique situation.

Meanwhile, I have been making an effort to walk more.

Bob takes a walk almost every day and I try to join him at least once a week. It’s been awhile since I regularly walked around our neighborhood. So many changes. Different landscaping. New houses.

One day I counted squirrels but stopped when I reached 19.

There’s this one funny pocket where every single house has lots of cars. A regular ranch house paved over half its lawn to make a massive driveway with five cars out front. There were more cars on the street, too.

There are lots of walkers on a nice day and everyone is friendly.

I keep forgetting to update my word meter. It’s not my best work but I’m making progress:

13172 / 25000 words. 53% done!

Early in the days of the wildlife cam I thought I saw a raccoon without a tail.

It was further away than the photo above and also blurry. I couldn’t be sure but also, how many raccoons are hanging out back there?

We had Rocket (the old, scraggly looking one), Heckle, Jeckle, and Mama (the boisterous two with mom), Mr. Limpet (the one with a limp), the contemplative one that would stir the water and star into the distance. Now this no-tail guy?

I later got this clip that is still blurry but seems to be a raccoon with no tail.

He was like Bigfoot. Rarely spotted and always blurry.

Until just a few nights ago, I got this.

At the end of the summer I bought new summer sheets for next year but I decided to try them out for a few weeks before I switched to the winter sheets.

I purchased them from a popular online source and I would describe them as very nice, cheap sheets.

I didn’t dislike them and they look sharp but they are slippery. Every night the duvet would try to slip off the bed. Sometimes it succeeded. I would wake up in the night and grab the edge of the duvet from my ankles and yank it way up under our chins to try to keep it up on the bed.

Maybe with a few more washings this feature will go away.