How’s that for just another Sunday afternoon on the farm? All I was trying to do was get a head-start on the trimester of school that begins tomorrow. Way too simple a plan for the day apparently. The mouse was and still is more unpleasant than the cows – smaller, but more intimidating. Who wants to deal with that?
So I do what I always do in times of distress on the farm – call my Cousin Dan. And to the rescue, as always, Dan appears. We baited a mousetrap and placed it strategically – actually Dan did the placing, I applied peanut butter, crunchy, all natural, by the way, to entice the intruder to its demise. Now I have to stay away so the intruder takes the bait. That’s what Dan said when I asked about getting the soon-to-be-deceased out of the house. I’m supposed to stay away until tomorrow; stay out of my piano studio and pretend I’m not waiting to hear a !SNAP! for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
The cows? We’ve had this before, even posted about it before. A call to the neighbor got them here to corral their animals, not before there were some in the road, which drew spectators, some fearful to keep driving, and two local sheriff’s deputies in squad cars. Thankfully no lights and sirens – could have caused a stampede 🙂
Isn’t that the way things go? Your plans get turned upside down by a rodent and some bovine escapees. I’m sure there’s a lesson here – haven’t figured it out yet. I’m thinking there has to be some appropriate music as well, but I cannot imagine what, besides Old MacDonald or Hickory Dickory Dock and that won’t do. So I’m off to salvage what’s left of the day and perhaps to ponder that potential lesson I mentioned. If anyone has an idea, you know how to reach me through this site. Bénédictions …