Memorial Day weekend dawned cool and windy in our part of the world. Needed a coat to walk the dogs, and I decided to forego planting for a couple hours. But by the end of Saturday, the rockwall out front was finally completed, and it looks almost like it had been there for years.
Sunday was Indianapolis race day, something that my dad never missed (except for once when we went golfing and Jenny turned off the recorder that he had so carefully adjusted to capture it). Castroneves won, despite my rooting for Danica Patrick. Jenny knew Castroneves from the Dancing with the Stars program -- fame has a great way of traveling.
And Monday, more of the same. Chilly. And then the dogs, barking and growling at a woodpile from our ongoing construction. Wow, noisy beyond belief. And then, directly, the cause -- a very large, very angry raccoon that they'd treed in our smallish Persimmon tree. He/she was quite upset with the din, and Zoe especially seemed oblivious to the idea that this thing was able to defend itself.
Fortunately, he was able to get from the tree branches onto the roof, and then onto the spruce tree out front, which he climbed with ease. Four hours later, he was still ensconsed some thirty feet up in that tree. Jenny came home, and saw this great pile of fur and she was mighty impressed. We were both glad that Zoe missed her goal.
The next morning, today, no sign of the big creature.
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