Raccoons and Rainy Days with Sun in the Forecast
The young raccoon gang remains in my neighborhood but they've gotten stealthier. We haven't seen them since I took photos/videos last week. I know they're still here because they're still dropping packages. Raccoon poop is rank, man.
Ali's boyfriend, Beau, upon seeing my videos of them, begged me to "forgive them their sins," and let them be, and I did plan to relent. But then the poop bombs began again and I'm about to go Dana Hamilton on them.
Dana and I grew up together. She recently posted about victory over a mole that had been plaguing her. I'll spare you the photos, but man, don't mess with Dana.
Anyway, it's been a rainy late spring. We've been biting our nails watching the Pacers in the playoffs, and last night we finally saw Caitlin Clark play in the flesh. Didn't expect fights at a WNBA game, but there were two incidents that are still making the rounds on social media.
The Fever game was more violent than the No Kings rally last Saturday. Leaving the game, our Texas friend Kurt, who's here for a few days and went with us, wondered afterward if the league needs to add a "W" to their moniker.
Jeff and Kurt had planned a road trip to a Reds baseball game, but rain threats sent us indoors to Gainbridge Field House instead. it was a great time. Kurt has sadly left us to retrieve a kid at art camp in Michigan and then return home. He and Jeff are enormous baseball nerds, scotch lovers, and we discovered they also have nearly identical pop culture references in their heads. Jeff is going to be sad that he's back to me going, "What?" and "I don't get that." instead of Kurt laughing uproariously.
I was kind of hoping Kurt's gentlemanly manners might rub off on the Captain. Instead, I fear the opposite has occurred. Sorry, Mrs. Kurt...
In other news, we escaped damage from a short but sassy storm last night and we are set to see if the Pacers can tie up the NBA championship games tonight.
and used them to create a painting for herself that features them below a measure of notes from Elvis Costello's "Alison." We saw it on our last visit, and I suggested that it would make a nice gift for me. She demurred as she loves it and worked really hard on it.
For Mother's Day, she sent me a similar one but in different colors and with a measure of Martina McBride's "Independence Day," a song I share with her years ago, saying she needed to have it in her arsenal.
You can't tell it from the photo, but the figures' bases are on the underside of the canvas. We hung it in my office high enough that I can see it from my desk. I love it.
We'll see Ali and the Reed clan soon for our annual 4th of July trip to Maine, which is going to include side trips to Vermont, New Hampshire, Niagra Falls (Canada side as well) and Boston where we'll stop in at Fenway.
We can't wait for our debut stay on China Lake in the new Chez Chase. I think we'll be there in time for the lupins, which are rampant in a field in front of Jen and Peter's house. If memory serves, I think this will be the view from my room. (Two of those photos stolen from Jen.) It's an incredible array the first time you see it, and it doesn't get old.
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