Seriously. 2 pm on a Sunday, little Mr. Raccoon sauntered through the yard, not scared at all, climbing up the redwood tree to watch me curiously. 2 pm! Broad daylight! Sigh. We have a bit of a problem. Not sure what to do. Urine and cayenne have been suggested. I’ll try anything. Needless to say, Thomas’ adventures for the day were curtailed.
K. had a class to help with today so I had a day to myself. I made a big list of what I could do, ranging from the incredibly lazy (lay on the couch reading all day) to the overly-ambitious (disassemble the dining room to put down the new/old Persian rug my dad handed down to me).
I opted for something in the middle:
- A lounge in the hot tub first thing in the chilly morning
- A little housework (vacuum, put some stuff away)
- A little yard work (sweep up crabapples, think about mowing the lawn, decide NOT to mow the lawn)
- Install a carbon monoxide detector
- Make Julia Child’s coq au vin recipe (this took most of the rest of the afternoon)
- Do a little art
- Watch a dumb movie (Ghostbusters… seriously)
I’m sort of carrying over some of the Halloween spirit into November. I’m finishing up a James Herbert book (Others) and we’re watching some really great classic horror/scary movies. Last night we watched The Changeling (with George C. Scott); it was actually really quite good. I was impressed. We also watch Burnt Offerings a few weeks ago: that was the complete opposite. Cheese-o-rific. Oh well.
(side note: Rick Moranis is truly hilarious in this movie. Also this is a serious case study in 80s decor and style.)