The fence has been installed – and a mighty fine piece of work it is too. We can no longer see the trash bins outside the apartments next door.
Now we have to hide the fence - so our garden person is coming today to tell us what we should plant.
The man who owns the apartments next door came to see me on Friday nite. He plans to build not one – but two – houses on the microscopic piece of land next door to us.
These would be houses in which Peter Dinklage could live comfortably – but probably no one else.
We knew this was inevitable because the real estate agent told us it would never happen. She assured us that no one could ever get approval to build a house on a piece of land that size.
So we are not surprised –but it will not affect our privacy because we will have fences, hedges, bushes and trees.
We have two new types of birds. We have seen red-winged blackbirds and brown-headed cowbirds (brown-headed cowbirds?).
WTF sort of name is that?
Perhaps the person who named it had already done the pileated woodpecker, the indigo bunting and the golden crested mugwump – and had simply run out of names. In a similar fashion to the person who named the wart hog.
On Thursday Cate has to go to Amsterdam for a week – so the cats and I are already planning what we shall do. It will involve watching golf and the latest season of Mad Men.
The kitchen cupboards are a priority. I have bought myself a labeling machine so that – after I identify the various types of white powder and other ‘stuff’ in unmarked containers - I will be able to give them names so that when I am looking for plain flour I don’t have to touch, taste and sniff the contents of half a dozen jars.