A crazy woman was in my back yard yesterday, sputtering incoherent obscenities while chucking wood at a majestic stag placidly chewing on a pear tree -- not just the precious fruit, he was literally eating the tree, leaves, branches, and all. Since that crazy woman never got to play on an organized baseball team, the serene majesty of the buck was barely disturbed by flying firewood, but he eventually looked up with a puzzled expression.
The crazy woman did some frantic arm waving, her obscenities became somewhat more defined. The buck did a deer equivalent of a shoulder shrug and moved over a couple of feet. It took quite a few more threats and wood to get the deer to daintily hop over the fence where he clearly waited for the crazy woman to go away so he could resume his feast. Wood got chucked into the neighbor's yard, and the aim started to get somewhat more accurate, by which I mean that the logs passed at least within 10' of the blasted animal's aura before he gave up and went away. "Take your damned ticks with you!"
My dog stood at the edge of the deck with a look of concern. I mean really, who wants a crazy woman in their yard? It's a good thing she doesn't have opposable thumbs to call 911 for the people with straightjackets.
I smashed a carpenter ant with my fist and glared at the groundhog. At least the groundhog had the grace to scamper when I threw a rock in his general vicinity. Unlike the insane woman chucking firewood, I can throw rocks. Anybody who has lived by a river can throw a rock. However, the groundhog didn't run away, it ran under my back porch where he's created a den for himself. I'm pretty sure it has an entertainment center with surround sound leaching off my electricity.
Then, the neighbor dogs set off the skunk. The crazy woman burst into new profanity as she ran around the house slamming windows shut. It took a while to get the crazy woman out of the house. She futilely slapped at miniature flies in the kitchen.
The wildlife is winning. I need to import a pack of wolves or maybe a mountain lion.
That was yesterday. Today was a new day, and I decided to walk to the library. The weather was iffy, but I felt like taking the 1+ mile walk. I left my puppy at home because she maxes out at 1 mile lately. I wore my hat because even though it was 85% overcast, my
sensitive complexion can get sunburned even at night.
Sure enough, the sun broke out on my way to the library. It was hot and muggy, really, a terrible day for a midday walk. I got my book, then noticed the sky was very dark. My hat felt really stupid about then. The rain started in fat blobs, and then it got serious. Cascading sheets of needle-sharp drops came down in a 45° torrent, water sloshed over the tops of my shoes, my heavy jeans got sopping wet. I felt glad for the hat since I wasn't getting pelted in the face.
I started smiling. I did the obligatory head bob as I passed a miserable, hatless man sloshing in the opposite direction, his leather business notebook soaked with water. I started laughing. I smiled and laughed the rest of the way home. It isn't just the wildlife that's against me, it's all of nature, but it felt great. Absolutely fantastic.
I actually had to pour the water out of my shoes when I got home. Money that had been in my pocket is hung up to dry. Maybe I'll use it to buy a pizza? Preferably a pizza with venison sausage and groundhog pepperoni on top.