We actually had a bit of rain this week, along with a lot of wind. This state is so dry that it is a blessing to get rain. Of course, it rains after I wash the car and water the potted plants.
This next week we will celebrate the Husband's 56th birthday. He gets to be my age, for a couple of months and then I get to be older. Really, there is no benefit in being older until I get to the magic year of Social Security. Yeah, really.
We planned lunch at Outback. I was so looking forward to a juicy steak with tender broccoli and a house salad with honey mustard dressing. Fresh bread and butter and soda! What a meal to look forward to! I could nearly taste the tender meat cut with a butter knife.
I was thwarted. They don't open for lunch except on Friday. Really now! We ended up at Chili's and I had shrimp tacos. Far cry from a steak.
I made a chocolate cake yesterday for the festivities. Nothing smells nearly as good as cake baking. I took it out of the oven and one of the layers baked lopsided. I knew I should, but didn't, cut the hill off and when it was frosted, it cracked. It looked like the grand canyon. I put some blue frosting in the crack and called it a river. It was all good. Lunch was eaten, cake and ice cream indulged and gifts. I don't believe it can get much better, except for Christmas.
Now, my car is dirty, again, and I need to wash it. With the warm weather, it is the perfect time to do that. Maybe tomorrow.
My last event of the day was very upsetting to me and funny to others. I hate snakes. Please don't tell me how pretty they are, or that they eat rats and cats. Snakes are evil and need to be far away from me at all times. That goes with mice, rats, gophers and lizards. I don't mind spiders, though Girl sure hates them, like my dad. I never saw a gopher in my home, but growing up I could hear them chewing on the sub floor of the house when breaking ground surface. I hated hearing that.
I have had a mouse in the house and the Husband and I chased the poor thing outside. I have had a snake in the house and left my neighbor, dog and cat in the house and went next door to get a neighbor. I didn't die, but I certainly believed I should have had therapy. It was difficult to endure. But, now a few years gone, I am doing well.
Until today. Stick Dog has taken up a bad habit of sitting outside the back door and yipping for attention. It annoys me. We play all the time, and he wants more time. So when he begins this, we make him come in and block the door.
We are at a funny place with weather, its hot right now, but it will cool down again, so we have a dog door that moves in the tracks for the screen and the glass door. That means that what ever track it is in, the other door will not shut tight to it unless you move it to that track. Right now, the glass door and the dog door are on the same track, and the screen door is not.
Because the door and track issue, the screen door is being used and the dog door is on the glass door track, leaving a 2 inch gap. Just enough for a lizard to come in. So, remember, the dog is yipping and is being brought inside. The door cover is propped against the dog door to keep him in. When he settled down, I went to move the door cover, and behind it was a lizard T H I S L O N G!. Oh No! I don't recall hollering but I know I tried to climb on the dining room table. He was looking to bite me, crawl up my leg and make me go insane. I heard the table crack, I saw it sag, I heard the dog and cat running for their lives and the only words I managed to remember saying was, "help me!" Next thing I knew, I was standing on the chair. Both the Girl and the Husband came in, and in my utterings they managed to figure out there was a H U G E lizard in the house, and I was not coming down from the chair.
After a few minutes, I got off and we started the search. Both of the gentiles said he must have run out of the house though the gap. I was not so easily convinced. We assessed the damaged table leg, it will need to be glued, and I started putting chairs in the garage and we turned the table over. Then I started seriously searching, since I am not convinced that the satanic lizard is gone.
I started with a broom and began moving the end table with my printer on it. He wasn't there, but I did clean the floor under the table. It was needing it. I moved the Girl's box of storage containers, he wasn't there but the floor was cleaned, as well. I swept the floor and finished mopping the area, worked around the bird cages, check out the tea cart and garbage cans, dog food container and went to the tin can with the towel and dog brushes. I asked the Husband to take it out side, and since I had cleaned the floor where it goes, I was going to bring it in. However, I wanted to remove the towel to wash it. I took it out and gave it a shake, and of course, out drops the H U G E L I Z A R D! I threw the towel on top of it and called to the family. You see, they had not seen the demonic creature and I wanted them to see the deadly venomous and mostly vile amphibian. They came out and looked at the scary thing. I felt weak. So the Husband asked me, "what do you want me to do with it?". Really?! I want it gone. So he scooped it up and put it in the ice plant. A good place for a lizard.
I don't have a problem with snakes and outside things being outside, I can leave them. but inside is a different story. Their properties change and they becomes the hunters. Now, it's table fixin' time. I still have a problem with going into the dining room. I need therapy.
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