Hi, I'm Sharon, and I am a multi-tasker. And I am proud of it. I am proud of the fact that I think my brain can handle two or more tasks at the same time. I can be making my coffee in the morning, then part way through go and clean out the cat litter, then in the middle of doing that I can put the recycling out into the garage. I am amazed at how my brain can happily tangent to another thought and chore and carry on as though it hadn't missed a beat. I am enthralled by the way I can have a thought, then put that on pause, then entertain another thought, and then another. I must be getting smarter as I get older. More intelligent in my years. More wise in my aging. How can this be? Am I a medical miracle? Perhaps I should enroll in a study of some sort. Surely this will stave off dementia and age related memory loss, no? As I marvel at the medical miracle that I appear to be becoming, I notice my reading glasses are on the dining room table. When did
Forget about bats in the belfry. We have raccoons in our window well. A sunken hole that opens out from our basement window, to a dark, bleak space under the deck. A bad design on the part of the builder. Indeed, the window well is adjacent to, if not very nearly directly under, the sliding glass door that opens out to the back yard from the dining room. A very bad design on the part of the builder. No matter. A very large, very nice deck was built overtop, so one walks out those sliding glass doors to a humungous wooden area, complete with lovely pergola. There are two sets of steps down to the garden. And several areas where various animals are able to make their way under the deck to shelter from the weather. We have seen bunnies go under there. And now raccoons. And somehow, the raccoons have seen fit to occupy our window well, leaning their massive furry bodies up against the glass, muddying it with their huge paws. They have already made light work