You know how Facebook will post a photo from the same day, years past? Mine usually seem to be photos of clouds or landscapes, rarely photos of people who have changed. It’s still fun to look at them and try to guess where I took some of them, though.
I haven’t been consistent about blogging over the years, at least not all in one place, but I was still writing. Some of that writing was on Facebook, in the Notes. Except that nobody really reads Facebook notes, do they? Still, it’s fun to look back and see what is the same and what has changed over the years.
For grins and giggles, I give you “Flashback Friday” today, or glorified reruns, if you will. Stuff I wrote in the past.
Now, I know I’ve mentioned the rats that invaded the old house in Baldwin, but I had forgotten that before they ever made it inside, they used to like to run around in our backyard, but my dog was pretty good, at least initially, in keeping them from getting inside.
So, not quite six years ago, (September 15, 2009) there was this:
Everyone seems worried about swine flu. I’m not, because I’m convinced that we’ll die from the plague this year. There seems to be a recent growth in the rat population on our block. I’m not sure where they have been coming from… maybe the recent bust in the real estate market has caused some to move out of the crowded city apartments and try their luck with suburban life. I first noticed their presence one afternoon when I left a trash bag on my front porch for a few hours while cleaning, with the intention of putting it in the garbage can later. Opening the door to find a long-tailed visitor on the porch convinced me that this was not a good idea!
Fortunately, (or unfortunately?) our dog is an excellent ratter. She killed one a few years ago, much to my horror, as soon as I let her out. While we were gone over the weekend, my neighbor was taking care of the dog. Penny LOVES the neighbor, and she was thrilled to present her with not one, but TWO gifts in the same day! One in the morning, one in the evening. She was so proud of herself, too. My neighbor, being the kind person that she is, decided NOT to leave the dead rats sitting on the back porch for me to find when I came home. She put them into old boxes for me to throw away when I returned, making sure to inform me that she used some of my bamboo skewers to transport the rats.
For some reason, I pictured her jabbing them through with the sticks and picking them up that way, rather than using the sticks to slide them over into the box. Mmmm…. rat kebabs.
And now, I’m trying to imagine my friend doing that “OH MY GOD I DON’T WANT TO TOUCH THE DEAD RAT” dance thing I described in a previous blog entry.