Good fences make good neighbors

It's construction time in the side lawn: about 100 feet of chicken wire is going up to create a goose-free zone around the gazebo. Our morning variety show "Bridge Street" often does live segments there, and the production folks really hate pulling cable through the poop. It doesn't do Julie's stylish pointy shoes any good, either. Hopefully her shoes are intended to be stylish, and her feet aren't really shaped like that...

Our present invasion of geese reminded me this morning of Archy and Mehitabel (don't ask why -- there's no logic behind it). Specifically, Archy's warning to Don Marquis about the impending rise of ants and demise of man: What the Ants Are Saying.

I'm winding down from mild grumpiness: went to use the Dremel hand grinder about an hour ago and found virtually every bit broken and several key pieces missing. This kind of thing is why I generally keep the tools I buy under lock and key, but we can't do that with everything. We have a couple of people with too much time on their hands: I find the darndest messes in the shop. One fellow who no longer works here used to amuse himself by slagging down CDs with the electric heat gun. Someone else likes to use soldering irons to melt holes in plastic. Whoever desecrated the Dremel better hope that I don't find them out. Goose poop has practical uses, after all.

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A thought from this morning's ride in: what would smell bad to a skunk?