An Agressive and Horribly Stinky Scourge

After the Tsunami and other weather irregularities, I'm guessing that John was not the only person to run out and buy the movie, The Day After Tomorrow. He was so intent on seeing the film that when the sales girl informed him that they only carried it in DVD format, he purchased a DVD player on the spot. I about had a stroke. I thought he'd never give in to the DVD phenomenon. Those little goodies were just too upscale for the likes of him. Curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to see what kind of atmosphere altering anomalies Hollywood was predicting. I didn't have to point out to him that the world-wide weather in general has altered a great deal during our life times.
John never liked reading, he avoids it at all costs...unless money is involved. He tends to dote on his green-backs. I figure if he'd of had a TV growing up, that he would have been one of those kids that would see writing a book report based on a made for TV movie as a logical alternative to the otherwise unavoidable literary confrontation.
This last week, we've had an abnormal cooling trend. Instead of the usual August pressure cooker, we've had rain, and lots of it. It's so weird to be able to go for a walk in mid-afternoon this time of year without becoming partially cooked. I haven't been the only critter taking advantage of the late spring/ early fall weather.
My garden has become overgrown and out of control. A very appealing homestead to a wandering badger. The fence didn't deter him. He had no problem nosing open the gate and finding a large rock to burrow under in the sage patch. He didn't get to enjoy it for long. John put about nine rounds into his head and stuffed him in a hefty bag.
My sage is now all trampled and uprooted. John did more damage than the foul creature that indiscriminately defecated on my holy ground. I had no problem forgiving the old coot that, as a man can't be too careful when confronting an aggressive and horribly stinky scourge. The badger, I'm sure, viewed him much in the same manner.
Now I'm feeling guilty about telling Merlin to be quiet the last couple of nights. I thought he was just being stupid, barking at shadows. I should have been commending him for his bravery and shoving Scooby-snacks into his face. Dogs are so forgiving.
I haven't had much time to write lately, with my planning my store and all. I have finally decided on a name. I shall call it A Divine Little Curiosity Shop. Flea Market is much too generic, The Corner Store is too boring, and I decided that The Hedge Apple sounded much too much like a horse turd, and face it, The Hedge Witch could restrict my patronage considerably, because, after all, not everyone has a sense of humor, especially those bible thumping old fart's that drive 15 miles per hour down the center line of the highway.
I'm going to enjoy the interior and exterior design work and even more fun will be the purchasing of interesting oddities and seeing how many I can cram into it without violating any building codes.
8/17/2005 1:24 AM
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