Yesterday, I moved the furniture in my bedroom around, I had a new cabinet I wanted to fit in there, and I had to rearrange to keep from blocking the closet door. I got everything just right, but I failed to take into account that Percy the Ferret sleeps in my bedroom.
I just left everything on the floor, and set any other items that looked tempting for a ferret on the floor. Percy and I have an understanding. He does what he wants, and I let him. In return, if I'm tired, or feeling a bit run down, he cheers me up. It's a symbiotic relationship. Spike is still with us, but he is not well and he is drugged up a lot. He spends most of his time sleeping in his snuggy bag, but I mix up his medicines and his paste for him and he comes out to eat those. He's not in any pain, and even healthy ferrets sleep 16 hours a day. Sometimes Spike will cuddle up with my wife on the couch and sleep. He likes to be held.
I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went out on the porch. There was a big moon, if it wasn't full, it was close. The stars were all out, and rushing across the face of the moon were big fluffy clouds. They were moving so fast, it looked like time lapse photography. The whole meadow was lit up by the moonlight, and the only sound was the creek flowing downslope. No insects or any other noise.
Went back to bed, but still couldn't sleep so I wound up reading a new Edward Abbey book I got in the mail. It's as good as, or even better, than Desert Solitaire. I just finished the story about when he was a fire watch tower crewman way out in the woods for a summer. You can't do that anymore, of course, they've replaced the people with web cameras.
You can still rent the old forest service fire towers in some places. They've been all fixed up to have all the amenities. You don't have to hike in, they've cut roads to them. But it just wouldn't be the same.
I worked on the "tin can" line today. It's slow going. In some places, I'm having to use an ax and a machete to clear a straight line for the trip wire. Then once that's set up, I have to painstakingly put the cans with the marbles in them along the wire. It doesn't help that I have arthritis in my hands, and tying the little knots is tough going. I'm also totting along a rifle, a hatchet, an ax, bags of cans, a jar of marbles, spools of different size line. Slow going.
But it does make it a little less likely that I'll go out some dark night to get something from the shop or the barn, and run into an unwelcome visitor.
CC: Take a look at what the guy they flash to in this parody is armed with.