Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Future Politico???

Last month, our city elected some new public officials. Simone had noticed the campaign signs along the streets and asked what they were for. I explained that we would vote for a new mayor and city council members soon. She wanted to see this voting process, so I told her that she could go with me. Then on voting day, she spent time with her dad and I forgot that she wanted to go.  Oops.

Luckily for me, the race for city council seat in my district ended up very close and a run-off election was needed. This was the only race on the ballot, and I'd become interested in this particular race and had a favorite candidate. I also remembered that Simone wanted to go with me. Last week, I told her that we could go vote on Saturday morning. She asked who I would vote for. I told her that I would vote for Chris Hightower because I thought he could do the best job and make the best decisions for our city. She wanted to know what office he was running for and what his job would be if he won, so I explained as best I could what city council members do.

She wanted to know more about Chris Hightower, and asked about him every day last week. I think she may have even made up a song about him. I showed her a picture of him from one of the many mailers I've received over the last few months. She kept the mailer on her table for a few days. She wanted to know where he lives. Weirdly, I knew this (but only because his campaign headquarters is also his home - I'm no stalker!), and pointed out his house one day on the way to swim lessons.

The run-off voting was held yesterday, and of course, Simone and I went to vote. Last night before going to bed, I checked to see if the election returns were in yet. They were, and Chris Hightower lost by a very narrow margin. I told Simone what happened, and she was of course disappointed and wanted to know who this person is who beat her beloved Chris Hightower. I told her that the other candidate is a lady named Lana Wolff. She was quiet for a minute, then with a disgusted look on her face said, "Hmmm. Lana Wolff. I'm going to have to write her a letter. Can you get me her address?"

Look out, Council Member Wolff. You've got an angry young constituent on your hands!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Hey, Rocky! Get down from there and watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!

When I moved into my house nine years ago, I made the mistake of telling my brother that I was a little freaked out by all the squirrels around here. I've been teased about it since.

Those squirrels just seemed so brazen the way they didn't care that I was the new home owner and continued to jump into my yard for acorns and pecans. Luckily, I've overcome my aversion to the little rodents, and no longer run into the house when they leap out of a tree and into the yard with me. I actually enjoy watching them chase each other along the fence and up and down the trees -- from a distance. I even leave some squirrel treats around the yard for them from time to time.

Yesterday, I heard a weird noise coming from the kitchen. Weird noises are pretty normal around here lately, but I'd never heard this particular noise before, so I went to investigate. This is what I saw out the window above the kitchen sink:
A squirrel had jumped up onto the screen and was hanging on by his back claws while reaching out to get to the bird feeder. He tipped it far enough to let some seed spill onto the porch, then jumped down for lunch. A cardinal even joined him...
A little later, while working in the yard, I left a pile of peanuts a good distance away from my windows for the squirrels. I haven't seen or heard them attacking my windows since.
I've realized this weekend that my squirrel phobia is not completely gone. And with good reason, I think. Just look at his freakish hands. And the size of those toes!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Another new family member

Last month, we cleaned out our fish tank and I realized the gravel was too nasty to just rinse out. So we made a quick trip to PetSmart for one bag of fish tank gravel. We walked out with this:

Simone loves her:
 
Aurora did NOT love her. There was much hissing and swatting the first day. After a bit of separation and supervised play, they became the best of friends...
 
Her name is Pippa Sweetie-Pie Cutie-Patootie (because now they're sisters!) In the month or so that she's been here, she's had three name changes. In fact, both of them have new names now. They're called Beezus and Ramona. Ramona's name is so appropriate. She really is a pest sometimes.

My own personal Cinderella

Not to worry, though. She actually asked, no -- begged -- to do this. And I'll probably let her go to a ball one day.