I’ve got precious little material to go on this week. It’s a shame too, because the weather was fantastic and I wasted it. Just couldn’t seem to get out the door. This week promises to slowly inch back up to the triple digits, so I missed my chance. My excuse (this time) is that Donette is out of town and I need to stay home with the pups. Now do I really? Well, yes and no I guess. They survive, but they get terribly anxious. I cannot imagine where they get that from, but it’s a real “thing.” As soon as you get home, Nacho will circle the yard for 10 minutes screaming like a banshee (bet the neighbors love that sound,) and there is about a fifty-fifty chance Quinn has chewed something up in the house. That goes up to 100% if you forget to hide every pillow in the house. So, I just stay home with them. Good for their well-being, and my wallet. I did go out with some friends Sunday night, to The Little Italian Place down the street. Clever name… They do serve Italian food and it is, in fact, very little. I usually order pasta, but I got a pizza this time, and it was outstanding. Can’t wait to go back and try a few others. (Being somewhat devoid of adventurous ordering these days, I went with the four-cheese.) Anddddd that about covers it.

I guess I can ramble on about my hummingbirds. Wow, that experiment got out of hand quickly. I have a feeder my sister sent me a few years back, and I try to keep it filled up regularly. Usually when you look out the window there would be 4 or 5 birds flying around it, but only one seems to eat at a time. All the rest just chase each other away in their little hummingbird gang fights. My solution? Get more feeders so everyone has a spot. I’m up to five so far. What I didn’t expect was, all it did was attract more birds. If you walk out the front door now, it sounds like you’re in the middle of a bee hive. You have to get out and close the door quickly or they will fly in the house. And man do they eat. It’s a never ending chore. OK yeah, it’s just stirring up some sugar water and boiling it a few minutes. But then you have to wash the pots, spoons, etc, not to mention all the feeders. (They’ll get moldy if you don’t keep on top of it.) And then there’s the sugar; I’m buying a ten pound sack every 1.5 weeks. I just don’t go to the grocery store that often! Oh well, I guess I could cut them off to survive in the wild again. I’m about 1/2 afraid they’d attack me though.

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