Look Beyond the Obvious and Other Thoughts

Have I told you I have a new “pet”? Well, not so much a real pet that I invited into my home, but a critter that wandered in and is making himself at home, despite the fact that I keep trying to get him to go back out the same open door he came in.

For several years I have had a hanging screen in my morning room exterior door in the summers, which allows my furry girls to go in and out at will – saving me from constantly having to go open a screen door because Shasta is a major inner and outer dog. That had been a good thing, and I had had no issues because of it. However, This year I do not have a cat, and the chipmunk population has increased. A lot. There have been instances where one of them would decide to wander in through that screen, but when I made a noise it would run back out. Obviously, one (at least I hope it’s just one) managed to get in without my noticing. Or either of my furry girls noticing. I realized this when a plum I had in my fruit bowl had little tiny bite marks in it. So I’ve been putting treats out for this critter (which I know is a chipmunk because he ran across the room I was in yesterday), because I didn’t want him to die of starvation in my house before the live trap I ordered arrived. It did arrive the other day. I set it up before I went to bed. I got up in the morning – the trap was emptied of treats, and empty of anything else. Try a slightly different tack with the treats. While I was watching TV last night, he came for dinner, and set the trap off so it’s door closed. I jumped up to see – yes! Chipmunk in trap. But then – whoops! Whether the door had not shut properly and he pushed it open or I did something to open it oh so slightly I cannot say, but when I got to the door to go out and release him, he was not in the trap.

Reloaded trap last night. He enjoyed the offerings, but opted not to stay apparently, because he was not there when I got up. He did, however, enjoy a few nibbles on a couple of pears I had out to ripen. Then I reached for the container I keep my bags of coffee pods in and discovered he thought it was worth tasting what was in those pods. Sigh. Tonight I will try a slightly different method of putting the treats in the trap. And I will hope. Sometimes all we can do is hope.

Typing a note to a friend this morning, I typed the word grey – as in the color. I usually spell it gray. Not sure why I changed, but that made me wonder what is the difference between grey and gray? I haven’t asked Google yet, thought I’d check with you first.

Speaking of asking Google – I think too many of us read something and take it to be gospel without looking beyond the obvious. Sometimes the way something is written will make my antenna go up (they don’t stay up all the time, that would be just too weird) and make me check into it before I decide to accept it. Sadly, anymore we cannot take the written word as truth just as we cannot take a picture as truth – it’s so easy to edit pictures, add or remove people or things. It’s so easy to take portions of things that have been said, and word them in a manner to make the point I wish to make, not necessarily the truth. I think we need to take the time and make the effort to research, to check further, before we make our judgments on issues. Or people. This morning on Facebook there was a photo of a young man kneeling, purportedly in front of the Statue of the Fallen Soldier, purportedly while taps were being played – which of course resulted in comments neither generous nor kind – nor allowing for any other reason for him to be kneeling other than disrespect. Maybe he was lightheaded? Maybe it was a sign of respect, as when you kneel in front of the cross or kneel in front of the queen? We don’t really know, do we? So why do we automatically assume the very worst?

I am not saying I don’t do this – I’ve begun to realize that when it is about Trump, I have become inclined to accept the worst. This came to my attention the other day when there was a post, again on Facebook, that stated that Trump did not know Puerto Ricans were U.S. citizens. I immediately accepted that, not being surprised about his lack of knowledge at all – then gave it a moment’s thought and decided I should verify before I comment. Snopes.com told me that this was not true, but it also stated that over 50% of U.S. citizens did not know that Puerto Ricans were also citizens. Whether or not that is true, I cannot say. But this whole episode was a good reminder to me, and I would hope my sharing might encourage others to look “beyond the obvious”, if not always, at least some of the time. Or, at the very least, make no judgment without further investigation.

I feel that I can now say, without a doubt, that I have absolutely perfected lazy. Not that I have managed to accept completely without self-recrimination the fact that I am a master at this – I alternate between telling myself I have earned that right and telling myself that’s not a good thing to be a master of. Do I care? Sometimes. I’m not sure. Yes. No. Maybe.

I have also decided I really need to make a more concerted effort to exercise regularly, to get over the lifelong dislike of doing exercises just for the sake of doing exercises, without any real pleasure resulting. So yesterday I started trying to do some exercises that I think should help in areas that I need help. But. I have this dog. This Shasta dog. Who thinks that when I do any exercise it is surely playtime, and what I really want is for her to get in my face, jump up on me, join in the fun, demonstrate loads of pleasure and excitement. Generally make it impossible to exercise. A lot like when I try to ride my Sit n Cycle, she gets right in front of the pedals and jumps up – joining in the “fun”. Is this a message that I shouldn’t exercise, or is it a message that I should do some dog training? I’ll consider both.

Oh my. There are a lot of words here. I guess it’s time to stop. But, last thing, I want to share a set of 4-1/4″ tiles I’m working on, which eventually will be finished as a set of coasters. It was an experiment in pouring inks, then lifting inks while they were still wet – a method Kellie Chasse uses as a background for dragonflies but I thought were kind of interesting as they are.

About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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15 Responses to Look Beyond the Obvious and Other Thoughts

  1. Ruth says:

    Lovely tiles, Carol ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Relax... says:

    Lovely tiles, indeed. And I hope the chipmunk issue is safely resolved by tomorrow, and if not, I hope it’s not a Mama Chippie. :-o!!

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  3. lakeafton says:

    Grey is a variation of gray, according to my Merriam-Webster Dictionary, published 1995 – not too old. Don’t know but grey may possibly be a British spelling. I like the tiles, too.

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  4. Carol โ€” Your description of the “chipmunk incident” was like reading a cartoon. I had a good laugh (although I’m sure you didn’t).

    I believe grAy is how we spell the color in U.S., and grEy is the European way.

    Love the tiles!

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  5. Ally Bean says:

    I wouldn’t be as patient with the chipmunk as you are. Those little rodents kind of freak me out. More so than mice, but less than squirrels. I hope you capture him soon.

    I know how you feel about exercise. People who adore moving around think it’s wonderful to exercise, and always talk about how wonderful it is. But I find exercise more annoying than uplifting. I get hurt more often when I move than when I sit still. ๐Ÿ™„

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  6. dawnkinster says:

    I thought grey and gray were interchangeable…but I don’t know why I thought that.

    The little chipper is smart…hopefully tonight you’ll get him (her).

    I think you will have to put Shasta in another room when you exercise. Katie doesn’t let me exercise either…she’s all “Whatcha doing mama? Got anything good down there? Why are you on the floor? Let me see if you smell different…whatcha doing????”

    Love the tiles too.

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    • Carol says:

      I think they are interchangeable (gray and grey) but sometimes inane questions happen. As for Shasta and the other room, youโ€™re right. But she barks a very ear piercing excited bark.

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  7. Lisa says:

    You have such patience with the little critter who has moved into your house! While adorable, a chipmunk is still a rodent…..and need not be allowed to run free inside!! ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope you’re successful in the catch and release project.

    Sadly, anymore we cannot take the written word as truth just as we cannot take a picture as truth. That is a sad truth. I see so much vitriol on social media from both sides. If people would simply take a few minutes and verify what they see and read online, we wouldn’t be such a polarized people. While sometimes we’d love to believe what we’re reading, posting without verification just opens us up to ridicule and attack from the opposite side….which then fuels the stereotype impression of whichever “side” we’ve taken on the topic. I’ve learned this the hard way. Sadly, I believe very little of what I read online and almost nothing of what I see…..since I know how easy it is to manipulate and corrupt reality in PhotoShop and video.

    On a lighter and brighter note, love your coaster set! Your tile work is always a creative inspiration. xoxo

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  8. Lots of chipmunk and Shasta adventures (Shasta is giving you a great excuse not to exercise, if you ask me!), and I love your tiles. Your artistry is fabulous. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  9. leendadll says:

    With 4 cats, I rarely have a live animal in the house. The previous cats used to bring me live mice but the current batch just brings in dead ones to toss about… nothing like trying to get the dead mouse out of the curtains before the cat finds it and throws it into the air again (I lost – but got it away after the next toss). Birds are making themselves easy targets by eating the leftover dry cat food in the morning but, so far, none of the strays have bothered with them and I’ve kept my kitties locked indoors till later in the day.

    We had a large amount of squirrels around but I haven’t seen or heard any of them in months. I don’t know what to make of that.

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