keeping busy in the summer heat

now that the cat days of july are finally over, we're heading into the dog days of august. this would easily be my least favorite time of year, unless, that is, i were able to be at the beach. you'll probably be able to tell by the tone of this, i am not able to be at the beach this summer. in fact, the closest i've come to getting sand in my shoes this year has been that grit sometimes found in the hearts of romain from the grocery store. not at all the same.

the mice continue to haunt me. the memory of the mice-a-thon in wheatland and the daily adventure of living at disney world north. i find myself sitting up suddenly, in stealth quiet mode, to grab a hard heeled shoe, or a steel toed boot, so i can once again target practice with the resident rodents. so far, i've managed to kill a cockroach (damn, he was huge!), i've maimed a mosquito (equally huge!) and i've missed my mark, the mouse, every single time. the funny thing is, several time, as i've been steadying my aim and locking and loading my arm, my brain has shouted "abort", "abort"....the house flies with my low watt lighting and poor vision in general, have taken on four legged characteristics befitting mice, but not men, and have caused me to retrieve said ammunitions from across two rooms with barefooted trepidations.

for the 20 minutes or so a day of mouse thinking, it really does get me out of my non-functionality phase. ah, how strong the appetite for the luxury of life...i struggle and hide, but the survival instinct still beats all else.