There are so many silly squirrel stories. Our dog, Teddy, getting pine cones thrown at him (he used to bark at the squirrels) and last fall one hauled away sunflower seed heads to eat in comfort in our poplar trees. Bear likes to eat them with garlic sauce and in our yard, I’ve heard them chitter at Moses in indignation. I am also a HUGE Redwall fan. The squirrels Brian Jacques created are cheeky, tough, and have a sense of humor.
However, the one thing that I love about squirrels is how their name is now associated with detours. I’m often distracted from what I am doing by another task and discovering I’ve totally forgotten what my original thought.
There is a ‘new’ social networking game making the rounds since Leonard Nimoy’s final and completely real death. You put the names of 9 of your friends in different positions on your Enterprise ship. This can be great fun and highly amusing. The latter is more accurate in my world. Two different friends have put me in the position of helmsman. This is not good. Not only do I get distracted, but I can get lost on a straight line.
I was heading home from Portland, Or one day and mentioned how easy it was now that I was out of the city. All I needed to do was to get on the highway and go west. Which would have been fine, except I needed to go east…..
Even in the letters and emails I write, I tend to go on detours. This is often a tad disconcerting and in the same sentence I may discuss a silly fun topic and follow it in parentheses with something completely random. (ie-right now Maxwell T. Silverstone is insisting on being fed and his meow is going to attract Kila who will come out of nowhere and grab him.)
So, speaking of cats, it is time for me to take my last insulin shot of the day. See ya!