Saturday night – Mouse house

Sometimes… you start down one path than have to change idrections and take another. My oringal tack for tonigth was to tell you about our daying spent cleaning the house in prep for the halloween party.  Our party is not ontil Oct 27th.. but this is the last Saturday between then and now that  I’ll be here to get ready for it. I was going to make the point that the only thing that seperated “garbage” and “garage” was the letter “b” which must explain why our garage was so full of junk…   I was also  going to tell you how hard it was spending all that time in the Attic … There are so many memories packed in up there…





I’d even found the perfect song to include… the one I was singing to myself as I waded through all those memories…

 

Attics Of My Life

by The Grateful Dead

            In the attics of my life

    Full of cloudy dreams unreal

    Full of tastes no tongue can know

    And lights no eye can see

    When there was no ear to hear

    You sang to me

 

    I have spent my life

    Seeking all that’s still unsung

    Bent my ear to hear the tune

    And closed my eyes to see

    When there were no strings to play

    You played to me

 

    In the book of love’s own dreams

    Where all the print is blood

    Where all the pages are my days

    And all my lights grow old

 

    When I had no wings to fly

    You flew to me

    You flew to me

 

    In the secret space of dreams

    Where I dreaming lay amazed

    When the secrets all are told

    And the petals all unfold

    When there was no dream of mine

    You dreamed of me

Here’s a good recording of the Dead singing it.

But then.. the eveing took a really funny and different turn.. Aftr the day of  cleaning, Diane and I decided to go into Burlinton for a night of shopping and eating. Gabe was with friends. After a quick round of shoping. We ended up at Primas for a great Thai dinner then came home. We’d just settled into bed at about 11:30 when we heard a noise in the wall of our closet. We’d been listening to the same noise for about 24 hours. We knew it was a mouse stuck in the wall. Ast night we both were listening to it struggle at 3AM. I was thinking abut how loney and frigtening it must be for that poor creuatre. I’d made a half hearted attempt to find the mouse this morning.. but no luck/. This evening. We were able to  run over and pin-point the locati on of the noise. It was in the small wall between our closet doors. I went and grabbed some tools and As I did, another mouse ran next to diane’s foot downstairs
!.

Here’s the mouse hole downstairs



I came back upstairs and set to work  work cutting the wallboard 
I finaly got the board cut and backed out the screws holding the freed up segment. I eased the sheetrock off the wall.. ‘the’ mouse ran straight at me .. I jumped out of it’s way and it dissapeared down a hole in the floor.  I was laughing histerically at this when diane shouted, “I got him”.. Evidently.. there had been  2 mice trapped in the wall ! Diane had capturd the other one in a poly box. The poor creature was really frigthened and half starved. We took it downtairs and gave it something  to eat..


 Then Diane and I walked it across the Winooski bridge.


We released the little guy along with a handfull of pecans for food. He wasn’t interested in staying around to eat…..  


As we walked back home we heard a coayote howl, a goose honk and the beaver slap the water beneath us.. It was like they were all saying ‘thanks’ for saving Mr. Mouse.

Heeres the bevers’s slap disturbing the moonlight on the water. 

I’m finally back in bed.. andi’ts nearly 1.. So I’ll stop here.. never a dull moment !

 

Love you guys.. love you Sam !

 

-me