The 10th of the fifth

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Well, the black cat has left the building.  Apparently along with Elvis.  We had the Animal Control people stop by to check the animal and it seems it was in great shape, good fine coat, not sick and more importantly not feral nor pregnant.  Just scared to death for some reason.  It decided all on it's own to leave the garage and go somewhere.....hopefully to it's home.  We had two calls asking questions but no one laying claim to the beast.  All's well that ends well, I guess.

The Victory garden is going just fine despite potential rulings from Washington, DC regarding the legality of growing vegetables in a small urban garden to sustain the body and soul during hard economic and political times.  I am sure that somewhere in the Dept. of Agriculture or Health and Human Services, there is a rule saying that we cannot have our own gardens.  If it isn't there, it's coming.  It's my bounty and keep your grubby hands and taxes off it!

I will be making a short trip north during the first ten days of June for the graduation of my first grand daughter from high school.  I didn't realize that I was that old yet.  This is a pretty special young lady who will all too soon be off to college in New England, embarking on a whole new life.  I wish here all the luck in the world and pray that God looks over her as she furthers her education.  The objective of course is to become smarter than her parents and grand parents.  I think that she already has that one met re: her grandfather.

We had a nice rainy day yesterday and everything looks green and clean this morning.  Little cooler too, so some outdoor chores may have to be done.  Feeders are full and the birds are happy.  The perpetual squirrel hunt continues with a few of their backsides stung with BB's.  Seems all they learn is to run when the door opens and don't associate pain with being on the bird feeder.  Just when the door opens.  Hard to get anything but a running shot.  Of course the dog wants to go first, and that screws up the hunt as well.  Good practice for when the Federal Reserve tells us we all need to eat squirrel stew.  Tastes just like bad Chinese take out.  Comic relief anyway.