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Bunnies, Possums and Skunks: Life at the edge of town

Bunnies and the occasional deer or owl or hawk: That happens.  We’re used to that.  But last year, a family of skunks moved in somewhere nearby and began running across the field behind the condos in the early evening.  One evening, I saw a bunny on a drive that goes back there; the family of skunks came running his way, and he freaked and took off.  Nobody likes skunks.  😛  Not aggressive, but stinky creatures.

The skunks may have been living in a new hole under our back stoop.  Whoever lived there was evicted and the hole filled in.  But now a skunk has moved into a hole underneath our front stoop, and we can smell it every night when it wakes up.  Its skunk-bomb fills the air in the basement and sometimes drifts upstairs.  Blech!

At first, I thought a possum lived there, because I looked outside that day and saw a big possum running across the field in broad daylight.  Also not something I’m used to seeing around here.  We tried blocking the hole with netting after sunset, because that’s supposed to keep a possum from going back in, though whatever’s inside can still get out.  But when hubby put the netting in place, he turned and saw a skunk run to the hole and throw aside the netting, then run in.  Not sure how it can fit into that hole, but it obviously does.

Sigh….Evicting a skunk does not sound like fun.  Especially if it’s a mother ready to give birth/with kits.  Those don’t leave easily.

We also have a huge bunny who lives around here, probably a mother because of the two baby bunnies now wandering around.  They are adorable, but they keep going after my garden.  Something keeps eating my milkweed out back before it has a chance to benefit any monarch butterflies.  I put up a little fence, but it still got through.  Maybe the skunk did it.  😛  The garden in our little yard has chicken wire around it to protect the lilies, which bunnies find delicious.  But some of the plants are poking through the wire, so the bunnies and their mother keep going after them.

So last night I saw both baby bunnies going after those plants.  I went out there, expecting my presence to chase them away.  But no.  I went up close to them, and still they just stood/sat there and looked at me.  I could have reached over and petted them, which I wanted to do, but of course it’s a bad idea to pet a wild animal.  But finally they slipped under the fence, probably to come back later when I wasn’t looking.

I like living on the edge of town (though some businesses and sports fields have been popping up around here in the last ten or so years, making more traffic and blocking the view of the Ledge.  >:(  ). I like seeing what wildlife comes through here.  But skunks–They’re cool to watch as they scamper across the field out back, and even kinda cute, but no fun to have living under your house.

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Some Updates on Life etc.

It’s been nearly three months now since I switched from Bluehost to Siteground.  Remember the crap going on with the site during the summer?  You may have tried to come on and had problems: not loading, loading v e r y s l o w l y, various error messages.  It was even worse on the backend, as I spent days upon days trying to figure the stupid thing out, and very nearly switched to Wordpress.com.  And yeah, I posted about that back then.

Well, it must’ve been Bluehost.  Nearly three months on Siteground, and my site is still running.  I used to get downtimes a lot; now, none at all.  Let’s just check and make sure the Jetpack Monitor is still turned on–Yep, it’s still on and working, but I never get e-mails anymore telling me the site is down.

I just checked my load speed with https://tools.pingdom.com/: My site, in the US at least, still loads at less than 3-4 seconds, MUCH better than with Bluehost.

I also now have my domain registered with a third party instead of my hosting provider, so I can take that with me anywhere I go.

So far, so good.  I can’t say much about Siteground’s customer service because I don’t know because I haven’t needed it!  😀

As for other issues:

–Yeah, there’s still stuff going on around the whole Trump thing, but I don’t want to post about that for now.  Like lots of people, I’m burned out by the election.  Even being scared has become too tiresome.  I might read what other people post, and keep up with the news somewhat, but, ugh, I don’t want to think about Trump much right now.

Though no, I still have not resigned myself to thinking of him as “President Trump.”  {shudder}  {throw up in my mouth just like Stephen Colbert}

Though I will note that unless the Wisconsin recount truly pulls up some kind of fraud (and so far it just appears to be human error), I don’t think it’s going to change anything.  I don’t think people appreciate that Wisconsin is not actually a bastion of Democrats.  It may look that way come election time, but that’s just because Madison and Milwaukee are Democrat.  Everywhere else is mostly Republican.  I feel alone, very alone….

Also, many voters were disenfranchised recently with the Voter ID law here in Wisconsin.  Many people don’t have IDs, and there was a lot of confusing back-and-forth about how to get one.  College students suddenly didn’t know where to vote because student IDs weren’t allowed.  This article explains how so many people, in a time when you need an ID for practically everything, can still have no ID.  Also here.

So if you couldn’t get an ID, you couldn’t vote.  And a lot of those who couldn’t vote, were likely Democrat voters (minorities, college students), and enough to have potentially tipped the vote toward Clinton.  A recount won’t change this.

 

–Does anybody else think Once Upon a Time has jumped the shark?  I feel like it should’ve ended a season or two ago, because now:

Interesting characters are going into the background and just acting as sounding boards (I’m looking at you, Hook).

There was so much potential for the Jekyll/Hyde storyline, but then it just suddenly ended.  Very disappointing.

The writers seem to be running out of ideas, so they keep screwing around with the characters.  And since the evil characters keep turning good, they have to either introduce a new one, or make a good one turn bad again.

Belle’s constant I-love-Rumpel-I-hate-Rumpel-I-love-Rumpel-I-hate-Rumpel is tiresome.  I wish she’d decide whether to accept him as he is or leave, and then stick with it.  She knew what he was like when she fell for him.  And this time around, I don’t really know why the heck she hates him.  She loved him, then all of a sudden hated him.

Unless there’s something I missed, because I really have trouble keeping up.  It doesn’t help that, since I watch it with Hubby, I can’t just back it up and re-run it whenever I zone out and/or get confused.

I often do this when watching TV or movies.  They move too fast, talk too fast, and next thing I know, somebody just died and I have no clue who killed them or why.  I’ve read that this is an NVLD trait.

It’s one reason why I HATE action movies, but LOVE slower talky-movies like Jane Austen.  That, and action movies suck for character development.

(No, I cannot stand Batman Begins or Guardians of the Galaxy!  I mean, seriously–no character development whatsoever in Guardians!  No depth.  Scanty backstory.  They’re just caricatures who argue and deliver lines that are–shall I say–pretentiously cool.  How to explain–I’ve noticed this as far back as Buffy, dialogue which seems to be trying too hard to be witty/modern/cool.  Like Zander must be delivering it with a smug look because he knows it sounds cool.  It grates on my nerves whenever I hear dialogue like that.  It doesn’t seem real.)

 

–We have a major home repair coming up!  Yay, more debt.  😛  But it must be done.  No more putting it off.  We don’t want the house to fall apart, after all, or hear more cluck-clucking from plumbers.  We’ve been here so long that repairs/remodeling are needed all over, but we don’t have the kind of $$$ to do that.

By the way, keep that in mind if you think it would be a good idea to own a house instead of rent: You can’t give repairs to the manager to take care of anymore.  You have to call the plumber, get the contractor, pay the $$$ all yourself.  And it’s a lot of $$$.

I’ve been watching One Day at a Time and often thinking, “I wish I had a Schneider to take care of repairs!”  I recently saw an episode of Mary Tyler Moore in which Lou had these exact same complaints, and was happy to sell the house and move into an apartment.

It’s the one and only hope I have for a Trump presidency, by the way: that the economy will pick up and make it so the middle class is no longer getting squeezed like this, unable to get anywhere.  Seriously, how is my generation even supposed to retire without pensions or a way to save AND keep up with expenses?  And now the Millennials can’t even find jobs in their field, or to pay their college debts!

 

 

 

 

 

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The undercurrent of grief after Dad’s passing

One thing I’ve noted about grief after the death of a parent from disease, is that it’s different from a romantic or friendship breakup: There was no rejection.  It is acute, but in a different way.  I wonder at the lack of tears.

But then, I cried quite a bit the day of his death.  Not after, but before.  I knew it was coming, I was by his bedside, his breathing had become rough, and he was now in a comatose state.  His pain made me cry.  I couldn’t bear it.  Seeing my mom, his primary caregiver, worn out, made me cry.

I had hoped to spend all week spending time with him, watching TV with him since the lung cancer was taking his breath away.  But it took him so quickly that he was barely verbal the first couple of days I was there.  He’d been fighting two other forms of cancer but beating them.  Then the third was discovered, and the nurse gave him only a month.  He didn’t even last that long.  Even my brothers could barely stand it.

The first day I arrived, a Sunday, he could speak a little, and responded when we all surrounded his bedside.  He knew I was there.  The second, he managed to say a few intelligible sentences, though you could tell his mind was going.  The third, I don’t remember if he spoke at all.  The fourth, late in the evening, he left us.  As I told my mom, I didn’t have enough time.

Before he passed, I tried to still sort of spend time with him.  His bed was in the living room, so I turned on our old favorite shows, as a way to watch them “with” him.  He could barely attend to anything now, but Mom kept saying he could hear.

But the day he passed, as I heard his breathing, I began to break down.  But after he passed, I didn’t cry anymore.  Just once, on the way home after the funeral.  Maybe a few tears come to my eyes once in a while.

Maybe it’s because the pain is finally over for him.  Maybe it’s because we knew about this possibility for two years, as he battled the cancer.  Maybe it’s because the anniversaries haven’t started coming.

Well, actually, they have.  Remember how, after 9/11, we referred to it as “Tuesday,” before the first week passed?  It took a while before we called it 9/11 or September 11, because it had only just happened.  But we’d note it was Tuesday, or a week ago, or whatever.

Well, little things happen: I see it’s the same time of night that he passed.  Or I see the date written someplace.  Or I think, “It’s been a week.”  This evening, it’ll be two weeks.  Or I think, “The funeral was a week ago.”

I go about my day normally, attending to things normally, enjoying TV shows and such.  But then late at night, or first thing in the morning, I’ll remember.  Or a smell will bring it back.  Or last night, watching the premiere of Queen Sugar on OWN network, as their father died.

I can understand why men in WWII came home and didn’t want to speak of what happened.  You don’t want to remember the bad times.  You want to remember the good times.  You don’t want to remember the death, but the life.

And yes, I saw and heard things that were traumatizing.  I’ve told my husband, I’ve told a friend, and my family saw them too, but I haven’t spoken about them elsewhere.  I certainly haven’t written them here.

I just want to remember the good.  I want to remember the things which I wrote in Dad’s eulogy.

Pop Evil’s “Torn to Pieces” was based on real-life loss of a father:

 

 

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