This has been a very strange week and we're only halfway in, I'm not sure if I'll make it to the weekend. On Monday Angela and I decided to go for a ski on the multi-use trail out the front door. The weather was nice and there's just enough snow to cover all the grass and roots. We'd been skiing for about 20 minutes when we came upon a squirrel caught in a leg trap. Some jackass had a trapline about 2 feet off the trail where it could have easily caught a dog. The squirrel was caught by about 3 toes so I reached down to release the steel jaws of the trap and he bit the crap out of me. Probably should have seen that one coming. So I took off my hat, held the little bastard down, and then released the trap. He shot out of there like he was on fire and we all went our merry ways. We soon realized we were not far from Jillian's so I called
ahead and she invited us in for tea. I generally like to have a cup of tea after I've been squirrel bit, black tea if I can get it with a band aid and a bit of neosporin. Jillian had it all and then we were off again.On the way back I thought we should explore a different route so we did and it added just enough distance so Angela ran out of gas. For those of you who have not seen Angela in the woods when she's hungry let me just say that getting bit by a squirrel was not the worst part of this ill-fated voyage. But we made it back in one piece although Angela took a wrong turn at one point and disappeared for about 20 minutes which did wonders for her mood. Apparently it was my fault for not noticing that she was no longer behind me. What ever. But we rallied after some hot soup and went out to Chena Hotsprings for a soak. The rock pool was 107F which is the hottest I have experienced out there and we had to keep crawling out on the rocks to cool off. Of course the weather turned while we were out there and we came home in a blinding blizzard.
Tuesday the Nation elected Obama for Prez. WTF Nation??? I didn't think you cared! So now we've got that going for us, which is nice.
And then the Chickadees attacked. They are small but they are viscous. I do not let Mazzy out of the house when they are around. But today, during a break in the Chickadees, Mazz and I went for a ski.
It was zero degrees which is perfect for both of us. Along the way we discovered a homeless shanty town (for real) and I would have taken a picture but I have seen what they pick up at the dump and I didn't want to be pelted by discarded household goods so we gently backed off down the trail. I had always thought the ski trails would make a good shanty town access... apparently I was right.
We got home just at sunset which is now a bit before 4p.m. and I hung the last of the kitchen cabinets. I'm very happy about that and look forward to cooking in a real kitchen once again.