Let’s see, (taking notes) I need this and this and I can’t do a thing about them right now–nope, the taxes aren’t going to be finished today after all.
Too many hours of all that and I was off to Trader Joe’s and bought chocolate hazelnut gelato immediately before closing (adding in berry sorbet in case of guilt). Escape!
Meantime, Don, having no idea that that’s what I was immersing myself in and that I was being seriously knitting- and reading-deprived, sent his son Cliff over with a CD they’d burned, of what I think of as knitting music: the perfect thing to turn on and let the ears pay attention to while the fingers glide along, knowing their part of the duet by heart. A relief for a day like today, something to look forward to; thank you, Don and Cliff!
It was fun to watch, though, that the squirrels had figured out, every single one of them before I even woke up this morning, that the game was up. The birds seemed to know it, too; they were flocking to the feeder all day in great numbers. Here, *we* get all the sunflowers now, but you down there, *ptooie*, you can have the leftover millet. Neener.
The runt of last year’s black squirrel litter who’d acted nearly tame for awhile was suddenly on his best behavior again. Scrambling up the back of a chair, not too close since he wasn’t allowed to, keeping away from the amaryllises, standing and begging and staring long and longingly at me through the window.  When I laughed, it knew it had won and scrambled down to where it knew I would throw to, just like old times. Nuts to the squirrels!
Nope, don’t see a line for claiming them all as an aggregate dependent…