We are entering the dog days of summer here. We've had 7 days at 90ºF this summer, topping out at 92º about two weeks ago, though recently we've been a few degrees lower so just the afternoons and evenings get a bit uncomfortable without the air conditioning on. Plants are still flowering but are past their peak and are starting to look a bit ragged. And the lawn has brown patches, including all of the front lawn. All in all, August in Wisconsin.
A year ago I'd have been writing about bicycle rides, Atwoodfest, live bands and other summer adventures. This year, 2020, the year of the pandemic, there just has not been much going on. We wake up, work at home all day then lay around home all evening. Oh, we take a walk now and again (and picking up trash as we go has made that a bit more rewarding), run errands only as needed, and my wife still has all her 'dad' work to do all week.
I'd like to say I've gotten more accomplished than I have, but that doesn't seem to have happened. I have a week vacation in a few week's time so my plan is to knock things off my list then, including the cat box area which has turned into a very long-term project. I think the last I worked on it was my fall vacation last year. It will be different as my wife will be working at home all day so I'll have to mind her schedule, too.
But today I have something else I can write about - a chipmunk. I know I've written about their dens on the side of the house before, I even trapped and relocated one a couple years ago. Well, that time came again. I knew I had a little guy living in the corner since Spring. In the first and second pictures the entrance to his den is on the top right, under the hosta. My early attempts to capture it did not work, so I let it be for the time being and just kept an eye on the situation. Today that situation changed.
What I saw today was one heck of a mess in that corner, like Mr. Chipmunk had cleaned house. There was dirt all over and an abundance of black walnut shells strewn about. Okay, Mr. Chipmunk, I got no time for your messes so it's time for you to leave. I started with the hose, since it's right there on that side of the house. Water kept pouring in, but no chipmunk came out. Finally I turned off the water. I know neighbor Dave, 79 tomorrow (see below), has air gaps under his concrete walkway right there so I didn't want to fill that up and possibly give him water in his basement. Besides, the chipmunk seemed not to be home at the moment.
Next, I got some peanut butter and set my live trap. I figured I'd check it now and again the rest of the night, and hopefully I could evict Mr. Chipmunk, the squatter. In actuality, I was in the second bedroom about ten minutes later and heard a noise outside the open window. Sure enough, Mr. Chipmunk was caught! Well, that was certainly easier than it was in Spring. After humiliating the little guy by making him pose for a few pictures, I walked down to the bike path to let him go. Not only did I walk to the bike path, but followed it for a time to get more distance between home and where I released him so hopefully he will not be back. Then I cleaned up that mess.
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A couple weeks ago, Neighbor Dave told me he was planning on moving. He was facing an expensive repair to the house and did not want to spend the money. He told me all about how old all the appliances were, the furnace, and the myriad other things that were wrong with the place. I didn't like to hear it, but supported his decision and offered my help with anything he needed.
About a week later, he told me he couldn't find a place to move. He doesn't drive, so wanted to be close to the bus and a library, and rents were expensive and more so because he has a cat. But mostly there wasn't much of anything available, and that's what I've heard recently that Madison currently has a housing shortage. He discussed with his kids and they're going to do the necessary repair themselves, so he decided he's going to stay probably for the rest of his days in his house of over 50 years.
Before all this I figured I'd get him a birthday present this year, but now I really wanted to. I noticed that I had it on a spreadsheet with other people we know, and then I remembered him telling me it a year or two ago and so I put it on there. I just got him a card and a couple funny fishing t-shirts that I think he'll like. Hopefully I run into him later tonight or tomorrow, now.
Now, to end, I only have one thing to say.
I really hate Blogger's new dashboard and template. It's especially hard to strategically place photos within the text. Much harder that it used to be or should be. Happy summer everyone. Maybe a firepit later tonight...