I am Benjamin from Brothers Campfire.
Yesterday, I ran off two older teenagers who were throwing baseballs at my son and his friend. I was in awe at the blatant disregard they had and am disturbed at what the future may look like for them. (We have had several interactions before like flipping us off as they rode by in bicycles, but we ignored that.)
There will be no going over to “talk to dad.” This formula does not seem effective in many cases.
I will contact law enforcement for all future interactions. Documentation has assisted me in similar endeavors both at work and in my personal life.
So, back to work it is.
Fall is here and surprisingly, no snow has fallen in my neighborhood. Out There Colorado had my hopes up for a wet one.
I am not sure about the rest of the state, but it has been mostly mild since this September sensationalism.
The lack of moisture has necessitated drastic action here at Willow Manor. I have left my wheelbarrow improperly stored to increase the chances of getting snow. I am not sure if this works, but when I turn on my sprinklers it nearly always rains.
Today was pretty nice. We went to Hobby Lobby for art supplies and to window shop.
My Beloved likes detail work so we got her some fine-tipped brushes, and my son wanted to try his hand with a fountain pen with a newfound journal from the Dollar Tree.
My daughter is currently all stocked up so she got a few stickers for the many cards she sends to folks.
The squirrels were fearless and fat, ready for harvesting, … Ahem winter. We discovered they like tic-tacs and we had a good laugh about it.
Other than leaving my wheelbarrow out to attract water, I am not superstitious. I read my fortune cookie for fun and moved on.
I did something daring.
I looked into the soulless eyes of a Canadian goose and spoke to it. It approached, ready to rend my flesh with its beak.
Now, with a few exceptions,Canadians are very chill, and with good reason;
All collective Northern anger and frustration is absorbed by these waterfowl when they are in Canada and these geese fly off with it. Then, they seek a victim to unleash it upon.
If you have never been attacked by a goose, you wouldn’t understand.
I did the smart thing and respectfully gave it space.
Perhaps I will try something daring on another day.