A little bit of seasonal decor has been appearing around the house - not a tree yet, but a wreath, a few lights and some decorations.
We’ve also been doing a few of those things you really have to remember to do at this time of year in Maine. The garden furniture has been hidden away and shortly, the lawnmower will lose its prime position to the snowblower.
In the process of doing this, we decided to make a run to the tip, to get rid of a few broken items, such as the microwave that self-destructed a few months ago. As Exile #1 and I stood over the microwave discussing its fate, to my dismay, I looked down and saw a beady eye watching me through a hole in the top cover. It seems our microwave had become a convenient apartment for something small and furry. At this point, I may have beat a swift retreat. Exile #1 heroically dragged the microwave out onto the grass and we left it for a while, during which time, we have to assume its occupant made a run for it, because nothing ventured forth later when Exile #1 gave it a good shake. I can’t say that we weren’t slightly uncomfortable at the thought that we might not be alone in the minivan on the way to the tip, and we were greatly relieved when we were able to bid our mouse home farewell.
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