Weasels, Sticks and Deer Flies.....

Hi G-Fans!

Well that nasty humidity broke and we could breathe fresh air again!

And, surprise, surprise, we went on an evening walk in the forest:)

Double whammy on the good stuff today!

That is, except, for the humiliation factor.

We had to walk with the concierge and Harry's concierge looking like lunatics.

They walked the entire walk with sticks stuck into their buns.

They said it was to ward off evil deer flies.

I think they did it because they thought they were funny.

I didn't have a stick wound into my topknot and the flies didn't bother me.

The helper wouldn't even be able to make a bunnette or some such thing and the flies didn't bother him except for a few hundred feet on the last part of the trail....

SO, I ask you, did they carry on for the silly factor?  Or, did it work?

The concierge was slapping herself throughout the walk and complained that the flies kept flinging themselves at her eyes, ears, neck and nose....

So, imagine what that must have looked like with a bush attached to the top of her head?!?!?

RIdiculous to be polite!

Oh, on another note, the concierge swears she saw a black footed weasel.  The helper argues that they are too rare for her to have seen one.

She contends that it was a weasel of some kind, and it was at 12:3O in broad daylight, so it was not going to be mistaken for a cat, dog, raccoon, opossum. or other similar critters.  It was long and short-legged and slinked across the street ....

If I was in the car I would have helped in identifying it.  Then there would have been no aspersions cast upon the declarations of the concierge!

So, I can't remember what I had planned to write earlier, I had written several sentences in my head... but I can't remember what it was.... oh well... literary history will have to await my next masterpiece.....

May you stay firm in your convictions while maintaining an open mind....

TTFN!

-G