Now, about the soap in my bed to eliminate leg cramps: I need to tell you that I still keep a bar of soap in our bed, and it still works for leg cramps. Someone suggested to me that the only reason it works is because I believe it will work. Well, so be it. So long as it works, who really cares how it works?
Third, there's Ginger Horse's crush on a cow next door. It's really pretty sad. The owner of the herd of cows has moved the whole lot of them to another field. It took Ginger several days to realize that she was gone. Poor thing would stand by the back fence for hours just waiting for her to appear. She never did.
One day someone on horseback rode up the hill next door right where the cow was, and I thought Ginger would jump right out of her skin. It must've hit her - fickle as it makes her - that the horse looked even better to her than the cow and she actually started showing off to get his attention. I mean, she started tearing up and down the fence line, neck stretched, mane and tail flying and ears alert and, every few yards she'd look over the fence to see if the horse was watching her.
Apparently, he wasn't, because he and his rider disappeared over the hill and left sweet Ginger jilted again. I could just cry for her and have increased her treats to include a whole carrot with the two peppermints.
And last, there's Miss Aggie Cat's crush on the vaporizer.
Now that it's warmer and more humid in the house, we no longer run the vaporizer. After a few days of non-use, I took it upstairs until next winter.
Well, Aggie would just sit in front of where it sat in the den, stare at the empty space and moan. Oh my lord, it was awful. So I brought the thing back down, placed it in its regular spot and just didn't turn it on. It seemed to appease her to some degree. However, with no fine mist coming out to cover her head and face and no gentle hum of the motor to lull her (or whatever it does to her), sadly, she has given up on her love affair with the vaporizer.
There, I think that about covers the bases for now. Oh, wait a minute, there are the squirrels in the attic and walls of my bedroom.
I thought that when the cold weather stopped that they would come on out and live in a tree like all the other squirrels do, but, oh no. They are still "in residence." I told you Gene threw moth balls up there through the attic trap door. Well, that is what they do every single night - they play ball with the moth balls, throwing them back and forth and I don't know what all.
All I know is their games are loud and rude and are played much too late at night! Now, that really does do it for now. I'll keep you posted.
The view from the hill is wondrous.
