Oh the Absurdity

Isn't this the best of seasons? The weather is usually moderate, the birds sing their morning chorus without fail and each day brings another group of plants into their bloom time.  Either we have deer or a silent group of ruminants comes by at night to graze our hostas down to mere nubs.  It's very frustrating, as I try to have a natural garden without pesticides or toxic products and the homemade mix of garlic/onion juice that is rumored to deter rabbits and deer appears to be just an intoxicating salad dressing for their browsing delight.  Making salad for our own dining is a treat with the abundance of vegetables in season.  One of my favorites is gazpacho soup, how simple and delicious with just a loaf of fresh bread.  The Spousal Unit will have a no thank you serving and a peanut butter sandwich.  Philistine.

As per protocol, another weird event came into our lives yesterday.  A very large, very dead, very horribly stinky raccoon floated into our bay Thursday evening and became a stationary fixture in the weeds right off the shore.  My dear neighbor called the city's animal control officer and she arrived promptly to scoop up the deceased.

What the poor girl failed to grasp was it was far enough off shore to require either chest waders or a canoe trip.  So with great organizing skills we launched off and paddled over to the corpse, and here is where my mental path changed from hers.  My thought was she would lasso either the head or a foot and we would tow it to shore where she could bag it for disposal.  However with super powers she strong-armed that raccoon right into the canoe floor with a hideous plop.  I shall spare the graphic details, since it involved a lot of gagging, trying to enrobe it and it's leaking innards in a double trash bag, frantic paddling back to the dock where she leaped out and wrestled the reeking dripping bag off to her truck.  You know, there are just mornings where putting vodka on your cheerios is rather appealing.

To add to the weirdness within a few hours a cluster of mylar balloons drifted in and settled in the exact spot the raccoon had come to rest.  Apparently we were supposed to hold a memorial service,  I couldn't make this up if I tried, truth is stranger than fiction.

The morning wasn't a complete exercise in absurdity, but it came close.  A neighbor must have celebrated a milestone birthday, since a flock of exotic birds was planted in their yard.

Is everyones life this weird, or is it just me?

Namaste