Just a few recent "to do's"

Let's begin with you picturing me as Tippie Hedren in The Birds, 'cuz I might as well have been her understudy these past few days. For starters, blackbirds relentlessly tried to build a nest in the barbeque (yes, the same one I coated with enamel paint as I watched my neighbor's rendition of The Sound of Music). They kept stuffing the grill full of dry grasses from the ornamental grass I cut back for Spring. I left the grill open to discourage them, but dang if they didn't come back the second I shut it. In fits of frustration, I'm thinking, 'How very kind of them to supply kindling for my smoked bird barbeque.' No, I wouldn't (I prefer wrens) but the thought did cross my mind.

Meanwhile, I kept hearing our front door wreath moving about over the course of several days. And do you think it occurred to me that NO, our wreath does not generally blow around endlessly? NoooOOO! Thought never crossed my mind. So Carl opened the front door yesterday and, joy of joys, Robins had built a nest on top of the wreath. I got a chair and stood on it to look in the nest. Thankfully, no eggs. I immediately denied residency to the Robins as well, moving their nest (mud still pasty wet) into our tree out front. They never returned and that's perfectly fine, as I don't fancy being hollered at by angry red breasts any more than Carl fancied finding bluejay talons in his scalp when he once tried to fetch our lab puppy away from the vacinity an angry bluejay momma.

On to deep thoughts with Olivia, as shared during our 3 hour ride home from a day spent in southern Indiana.
"Mom and Dad, did you know a dung beetle eats poo?" Nice.
"Hey Mom and Dad, let's buy that abandoned house and flip it." Apparently, she's watched an episode or two of Flip That House and decided we need to do it.

And today, Reece had a 102ºtemp. His throat had a few spots on it (not to mention the runny nose and congested cough) so Carl took him to an urgent care at 10pm. No strep, thankfully. But oh, hey, watch that tongue depressor because my sensory deficient boy just...might...Ohhh, shoot!

"What kind of cleanup crew do y'all access at this time of night?"

Naturally, Reece's hypersensitive gag reflex resulted in a sloppy joe dinner revisit. I'm thinking 'not so attractive.'
And yet I'm thinking Reece felt vindicated in hurling because after all, he had to miss "the crab show", a.k.a. Discovery Channel's Deadliest Catch, and you know how my boy likes crabs.